Upper arm tattoo of the Eiffel Tower surrounded by pink cherry blossom branches, in black linework with coloured petals.

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Eiffel Tower and cherry blossom on an upper arm

Botanical · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows the Eiffel Tower drawn in black outline with open lattice detail, set among branches of cherry blossom. The blossoms are filled in pink with small darker centres, and the tower is left in black and grey. The design wraps up the outer upper arm, with the tower running vertically and the branches framing it on both sides.

Botanical Upper arm Eiffel tower Cherry blossom Branches Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Old Ambrose Dunning bought the tower for the price of its scrap, which was a sorry thing to say of anything that had stood over Paris. The men who took it down had numbered every bolt in chalk, and he carried those numbers in his waistcoat pocket like a rosary, though he was not a praying man. It came to Maidstone in forty crates on the back of two lorries, and his daughter Ida, who was nine, asked whether the crates were full of sky.

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All that summer they raised it in the field behind the Plough, and every evening the tower stood a little straighter, rivet by rivet, while the fair folk pretended not to watch. Ida carried tea up to the riggers. She noticed the old men drew breath before every lift, and that the lattice let the wind straight through, so nothing up there ever quite stopped shaking. She asked her father why anyone would build a thing that let the weather pass through it. He said it was so the weather would not knock it down.

In April the cherry tree at the edge of the field came out all at once, pink as a rash, and the wind blew petals into the tower's legs where they caught in the cross-bracing. Ida gathered armfuls and tied them to the ironwork with bootlace. Ambrose came out at dusk to shout at her, then stopped with his hand on a cold girder and said nothing for a long while.

The fair moved on to Canterbury the next week with the tower folded in its crates, and the riggers swore that at every stop after that they found a few brittle petals caught somewhere in the frame. Ambrose never explained why he kept the lattice full of blossom from then on. He only said that a tower with nothing growing on it was just a lot of iron waiting to be sold.