Eiffel Tower


Photo 1: The Eiffel Tower lit up for night. It doesn't look brown, does it?
When we turned around, we saw the Eiffel Tower lighting up to the west and decided to go and visit it at night. We went back down to the Underground and made our way over to the "Tour" as they spell it. Both the restaurant elevator and the stairs up the tower were closed leaving the public elevator as the only way up. Ticket prices vary depending on which level you want to visit. We decided on the second level (of three) which cost 42 Francs.

The queue was all the way down the stairs and out the front door, but it moved reasonably quickly and we were waiting inside (on the stairs) within about 5 minutes. Another 10 minutes later we finally boarded the double-deck elevator. The elevator rails follow an angled path to the first level and then bend to a new angle to follow the contour of the curved legs of the tower. The cam beside the rails very gently angled the car over so it was always level. You wouldn't have guessed that the rails changed slope if you weren't looking.

We got out on the second level to a chilly wind, but a breathtaking view of the "City of Lights" at night. At this level you can walk all the way around the tower and closely examine the structure. The tower is painted a darkish "chocolate" brown. It looks lighter from far away (and with the lights on it). The paint was thick like an old battleship with lots of coats. I knocked on several places to see if there was any rotting metal under all that paint. All the parts I examined appeared sound to me. The whole tower is riveted together out of relatively small pieces of angle iron. I didn't see anything more than about 4 or 5mm (3/8 inch) thick!


Photo 2: One of the feet, no visible fasteners. Scale: Lacy is about 1.7m
We identified all the major landmarks visible around Paris and talked at length with some American exchange students who were on a field trip to the continent before going back to England for a year abroad. The fellow we were talking to was from Kentucky and was going to work with the conservative party in the House of Commons. On our way back home, we stopped at a little Italian restaurant for a late supper of spaghetti. They had dumb waiters to the basement kitchen that looked just like the elevators in the hostel!

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