Despite knowing just how far the fog had descended, for some reason, I still decided to pay extra for us to go all the way up to the third floor. We ascended into a cloud, the view was non-existent and the effect of being so high up but not being able to see into the distance was vertigo inducing. We made a quick descent via the stairs to the first floor to find the real reason we had braved the Eiffel Tower on such a dreary day - the ice rink.
The Tower sparkling - not quite so magical from the inside!
There was at least hot chocolate and vin chaud on sale to keep us warm.
Poor fourth child.