|Bad photoshop of actual events|
As with most things in life, there is a certain irony to this. I am six feet and three inches tall. If I was any taller, I would probably be afraid to look down at the floor as well. Here is another thing that has struck me as peculiar. Why are the most interesting things in a country almost always abnormally high? The Empire State Building, the Burj Dubai and the London Eye (thank God I went there last year instead of this year) are all immense physical structures, and I prefer not to go anywhere near them, let alone experience their bedazzling heights. Screw New York, next year we're going to Legoland.
There are more than threehundred steps on the staircase leading to the first floor. The first few steps were easy, but it was gradually getting harder. I told myself not to look down, but my subconscious knew better, resulting in a severe tickling of the belly, and breathing not unlike that of Darth Vader. With my sweaty hands I firmly clasped both the railing and, well, my girlfriends hand. After what seemed like infinity, but in all likelihood was more along the lines of five minutes, we arrived at the first floor. Proudly I strutted around and rejoiced in taking in the spectacular view of the Trocadero amongst others. Most importantly, I did not break down. I did not lie on the floor in fetal position. I did not foam at the mouth. One thing remains true however. One does not simply walk into the Eiffel Tower.