"Oh, I just
love the French! Merci, Monsieur. Please be gentle with him."
With that the bag and the bear took a seat outside at a quaint café.
"Deux cafés, s'il vous plait."
The waiter tossed his head to one side and whisked himself away, giving the bear and the lady the once-over.
A block away the stranger who carried the bag with the cat stowed away in it eased his way to the front of the queue at the Nord Tour. (hope that's the right one
...) It seemed like only moments went by as he waited with the crowd to pack themselves into the glass elevator. They were ushered in by a young attendant named Claudine.
"Sil vous plait, kindly step to the rear of the coach. It's alright...stand shoulder to shoulder."
The man felt uneasy when the door closed and they rose up the inclined track of the tower. He felt relieved when they arrived at the first platform and the doors opened up. Nobody got off but two more patrons crammed their way inside.
Now rising ever higher and being pushed against the glass by the two new passengers, the man felt the heat rising within him. He had a burning sensation in his mouth. The cat let out a feint meow.
Seeing the man's obvious discomfort, Claudine advised that he might feel better if he turned his back to the glass exterior. He was glad she'd suggested that. But he was thrilled when the car came to a stop at the second level. He bolted out of the door as soon as it started to open and nearly fell on the platform floor in front of the cafeteria.
He decided to get something to drink and have a rest before ascending to the final platform. The cat poked his head out of the bag and asked if he was alright.
"I'm fine now, thank you."
"Good, I'd really like to see Eiffel's apartment upstairs."
The man groaned in agreement and drank some more of the wine split he had purchased.