After the spiral stairs, I was with the gargoyles.
Yes, there is much Parisian gnashing of teeth about the tall black building ruining the skyline. I think the gargoyle and his ilk are patiently contemplating its destruction--they figure they've lasted nearly a millennium and they don't think the black tower will.
I brought home a small gargoyle who now watches over my desk and sticks out his tongue at me. I love it.