A funny story which admittedly felt rather sad at that time was my wide-eyed visit to the leaning tower of Pisa. A train ride followed by a very bumpy bus journey later, my family and I ended up at the foot of the iconic tower. Only I left out a single important fact, that it was raining cats and dogs!
Not to be daunted, I charged ahead seeking the entrance where my determined climb towards the top could be commenced.
It was unfortunately not to be.
I was yanked back by possibly paranoid parents who had done the maths and apparently arrived at an equation that wasn't to their liking. [eager children + crowds of pushy tourists + slick wet marble +Height! =disaster waiting to happen] Sigh, it didn't sound all that logical to me back then and honestly, still doesn't quite make sense today but my brother and I were handed the verdict. No appeals granted. The looming structure framed by dramatic storm clouds was an impressive sight! Taking photos with the obligatory 'special effects' were diverting but wholly unsatisfactory. I vowed to return someday.
Have a beautiful weekend!