3w4dw drabble - beatles

They boggled a bit at the Eiffel Tower, even though they'd seen pictures, and Paul rifled through his pockets until he found some coins, but in the end they decided to fuck it and buy wine with the money instead.

Which was fine, because it almost gave him vertigo just staring up at the damned thing. And there were tourists everywhere, including some Yankees taking improbable photos of the sidewalk and the street and shit like that for some reason only evident to their American-addled minds. He and Paul ruined a few of them by popping into the shot at the last second. They were in hysterics about that until some German bird caught on and they had to run helter-skelter through the curving city streets, lest she send some gendarmes after them.

By supper they were drunk and singing. He grabbed Paul in a headlock and rubbed his wine-sticky hands in his hair. Viva la France!