People flooded her sightline. That pesky moon just wouldn’t move. It was ruining the picture. Just when she thought she’d gotten the perfect picture, another tourist yapping in some foreign language would step in front. With a selfie stick, of course. It was all ruining the Eiffel Tower for her. But then she realized she was ruining the Eiffel Tower for her. She lowered the camera, put it back in her purse, and let her eyes take the picture. The mental picture that will last long after any print picture with a pesky moon or a stray tourist.