Monday
Monday has achieved the curious distinction of being iconic precisely because it is dreaded. The day has transcended its mere calendrical function to become a symbol—of new beginnings, certainly, but more commonly of the reluctant return to obligation after weekend respite.
Its iconography is sparse but recognisable: alarm clocks, crowded commuter trains, coffee cups clutched like life preservers. Monday needs no monument; its monument is the collective groan of civilisation every seven days.
Paris
Paris's iconic status is frankly embarrassingly well-documented. The Eiffel Tower alone appears in approximately 847 million photographs annually, whilst the phrase we'll always have Paris has become shorthand for bittersweet romantic memory. The city has been painted, photographed, filmed, and written about so extensively that experiencing actual Paris often feels like visiting an already-familiar memory.
The Louvre, Notre-Dame, the Champs-Élysées—Paris accumulates icons the way Monday accumulates sighs.