Eiffel Tower

You are standing right underneath, looking up the ironwork as the sun drops behind the tower and burns through the arch at its feet. The clouds have gone apricot and pink against deep blue, and half a dozen contrails cross the sky in long white lines.

Blossom hangs down into both top corners, and along the bottom the traffic keeps moving: cars, a white van, the streetlights along the road. Paris getting on with its evening!