The streets of Paris were now much safer as the group saw no more gendarmes patrolling. They headed down the river Seine, which still smelled foul and the sky was almost dark even with the light of the two suns of Carcosa.
As the river curved to the south in the distance they saw what appeared to be a blunt tower. As they moved closer the remnants of a fantastic iron tower stood here over a broken and rubble-strewn street. The tower was fashioned from a lattice of riveted iron girders. The shattered remains of an elevator system occupied the leg area along with a set of iron stairs. The height of the tower was once approximately one thousand feet, though it had since been snapped in half. The base and two floors were still somewhat intact, although wreckage and twisted metal littered the structure and surrounding area.
