You will have surely noticed, as well as the scintillations every evening hour, the beam that shoots out from the giddy heights of the top floor.
The beam? 'The' beam'? Yes, but did you know that there isn't actually one beam, but... more than one?
My photo taken just the other day on my crushed but still remarkably trusty iPhone should leave you in no doubt. Two beams. Count 'em an' see.
George on the side of the Louvre is impressed, and is doubtlessly dying to say, "Cool, Sab - what else?!" if he weren't contracted to be hunkily skippering cruisers under the watchful eye of Omega.
But watch out George. Lady Eiffel's got her eye on you, and your constant covering of our beautiful buildings with your ugly mug. Both eyes, in fact.