There are some basic physics when it comes to mass and space. A certain amount of mass can fill only the same amount of space and no more.
At one of the many award ceremonies held by the world of entertainment, Dolly Parton’s ample chest burst through her snug dress. When her dress mishap was repaired, Dolly said something to the effect of “My daddy always told me that you can’t fit five gallons of mud into a one-gallon bucket.”
That is true in every situation, including the Eiffel Tower.
Tourists wander around on the lower level of the Tower before taking an elevator to the second level. There is one elevator that is specifically for people. The other four are for operations to maintain the Tower.
One would think that someone would think I’ll take the next one…no, you go on… No, all crammed in to the elevator #5 with the space decreases as the mass increased.
In 1985, My husband and I were part of that mass which also included a tourist bus of tall Swedish men…no, tall and big Swedish men. My husband was pushed away with the flow of people, leaving me in the middle of the elevator without him.
As the elevator shrank and the mass remained the same, it became obvious to this 5` 4” female would soon be crushed in a vice of handsome muscular tall Viking giants.
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One giant peered down at my desperate face and placed his massive arm over my head to the shoulder of another towering giant, who looked down at miniscule female (me). He braced his hand on the other man's shoulder, chuckling while saying something in Viking language.
The elevator opened, spewing its occupants out onto the top level of the Eiffel Tower.
The Vikings deserted me to gaze at the city they had once conquered, when my 5` 9” husband found me. We held hands, viewing Paris from the heights of the Eiffel Tower.
The Eiffel Tower will always hold a unique memory for me.