What’s the point?

I seem to remember I visited this particular landmark in the 70s as part of a day trip to Paris with the school.
We flew over in a Vickers Viscount. It cost 20 quid. We crossed the channel at 16 thousand feet and I remember thinking this is how high Spitfires flew in the Battle of Britain.
I also remember feeling guilty because I only wanted to go on a plane.
Wasn’t really bothered about the Paris bit.
And I fixed the car. The rubber induction elbow below the MAF sensor had split halfway round the circumference. Suoerglue and a strip of J-Cloth reinforcement will see us right for home but won’t get to check how it runs until Tuesday.