If I didn't have a great fear of heights, I would have loved to get his vantage view. The photos I would have shot.
But I was planted firmly on the ground when I spotted him, working hard to make the great hall in the National Gallery shine.
It's not every day that you see someone at such a height, giving it no more of a thought than I had given to standing on the interlocking bricks, under Maman.
It must be nice to be so carefree.
Happy Friday!
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