The Postcard Carousel

I marched straight up to the towering wire postcard carousel outside the shop, determined to select tonight's premier destination! With a dramatic sweep of my arm, I gave the lowest tier a vigorous shove with my baguette. Whoosh—the rack spun into a frantic, whistling blur of French monuments! A touch too vigorous? Nonsense! As the spinning wire whipped past, I cleanly wedged my tricolor flagpole right between the flying metal ribs. Clack! The carousel shuddered to an instantaneous halt, presenting a gleaming postcard of the Palais Garnier directly at eye level. A jarring collision? Absolutely not! A masterfully calculated selection!