Lost in The Rocks, last night, I looked down the "Windmill Steps" and grabbed the railing, feeling slightly dizzy but, by now, running late and it had to be done.
I obviously looked distressed enough to have some kind people, who'd told me where the stairs were, drive around to the street below, to ensure that I'd 'landed' safely, in Hickson Road.
I had flashbacks to looking down the steps, below the Notre Dame, in December, 1969, and to a bit of video, which I edited for a friend, in which her mother was daunted by stairs, in more recent years (Also in Paris) but most of all to my grandmother, in about 1949, who could not climb the tw