Personal Space in Paris= Close, very close.

Personal Space in Paris is close. Metro carts, cathedrals, buses, everywhere, the personal place is close. Space seems to be a precious commodity here. Everything is designed to utilize space in a way that is efficient. Metros are designed to hold many, and transport them quickly. Cars are smaller, so that parking is easier. Gas stations blend into buildings. They are either built in or have their gas pumps docked on the side walk. This country knows how to make things fit. But is there a limit? What happens when personal space no longer exists. Does the purpose of space become redefined when conservation is pushed to the limit.

Today when I was squeezed among many people in a metro cart, I could hardly find my own air in a hot, smelly and sweaty space. There is no personal space, nothing to call my own. As I walked down the streets of montemarte, I could hardly find space to walk along the sidewalks. Shops are maybe two feet from the streets, and sellers crowd you to buy their merchandise. My own space does not exist.

Consider also sacred space. At the Sacre Coeure, holy space is invaded by that of tourists and visitors that overwhelm its steps. Combing the efforts of tourism and religion, is this okay? The space that which religious visitors use for quiet prayer and meditation is invaded by the curious tourist, who looks in awe. The tourist has his right to view art in at such a beautiful site, but so does the person in prayer have the right to have sacred space. It is here that which personal space is conflicted. How does one begin to resolve sujavascript:void(0)ch an issue?