Through the Tunnel

Chapter 6: Tunnels

The view is pretty much the best fucking thing that France has ever produced. Aside from croissants that is.

Croissants are pretty damn delicious.

Anyway, we made our way up as high and we could go and decided to sit for a while. After finding a bench we all realised just how exhausted we actually were, so I don't think we'd be going anywhere too soon.

Steven however, who seems to have a never ending supply of energy, was up within a couple of minutes when he saw a photographer taking tourists' photos of them with the view from the Eiffel tower in the background.

He jumped up and practically ran over to this man. I saw Steven hand him some Euros and watched as he posed against the balcony as this man took his picture.

I realised it was a Polaroid, so after Steven got his photo he handed him more money and then came rushing back over to Anne-Marie and I.

After grabbing us by the wrists and practically dragging us over to the balcony where the photographer was waiting, we both stood beside Steven and kissed him on the cheek as our picture was taken.

Anne-Marie and Steven waited with the man for our photo, whilst I took one last look at the view.

I could just about make out where Phil and Lauren were sat. But only because Steven spend most of our hike to the top pointing them out as we got higher and higher.

From here it looked like Lauren was laying on the grass but I couldn't be sure. Maybe she was just that tired.

"Look!" Anne-Marie said to Lauren, holding up the picture of us and Steven, in a sweet and childish voice.

"Aww, cute!" Adds Phil, looking over her shoulder.

They ooh and aww as we start to wander back towards the town.

Lauren and Anne-Marie decide to do a little shopping. They ask if I want to tag a long, but shopping isn't really my thing.

Phil, however, is all for it and decides to go with them instead. Leaving Steven and I to do our own thing.

"I was thinking we find an arcade, and just piss about for a few hours?" he asks as Anne-Marie, Lauren and Phil head off in a different direction.

"Sounds good" I say.

Once we finally found an arcade, we realised all the games were in French, which wasn't really helping.

However, with Stevens "amazing French speaking skills", we somehow managed.

After about an hour of beating him at air hockey I decided I should probably let him win so we could call it a day.

"OH YEAH!" he practically shouted as he scored the winning point.

I made my loss look very believable and we headed back out of the Arcade and found our way to a café, not too far from where we agreed to meet the others in about an hour and a half.

"Where do you think we should head to next?" I ask as our lunch arrives at our table. We're sat at a table for four, just outside the café.

"I was thinking Spain?" he says, sipping his drink. "I want to end up in Italy somehow."

"I think that could be arranged" I say.

After a while of silence and a fair amount of food consumption, Steven surprises me.

"So what happened between you and Anne-Marie in the end?" He may seem completely clueless a times but he always seems to know what's going on. Even when he spends most of his time in his own little world.