At night, we can look out from the window of the apartment and across the Seine to the Tour d'Argent. That's it on the top floor of the building to the left, and it's the oldest restaurant in Paris.
But even though lunch was just within the bounds of financial possiblity, the jacket-and-tie dress code was a bit off-putting. Besides, we've done a great deal of duck already over the past few months and that's the speciality here, albeit squashed in a very posh duck press. The bloody juices squeeze out make the sauce.
So the nearest we got to the "Tour" was this shot from the apartment and a look at the very glamorous web site.