Locks of Love

So, since I talked about romance yesterday, and swore I was never going to Paris again without a guy, I might as well get this one particular subject out of the way.

The morning after we saw the Notre Dame, we took a short walk behind the gothic cathedral, past the gardens, down a little road to a fairly quiet bridge. And I saw from a little ways off that the rails had a glint to them; they were colorful and sparkled in the sun. As I walked closer, I saw that the bridge was covered in colorful ribbons and thousands among thousands of locks. Curious, I asked Madame Taylor what it was all about. Supposedly, lovers take a lock, write or engrave their names and date on it, lock it to the rail, and then throw the key into the Seine. I was taken by the idea. It enchanted me, and I added it to my bucket list.

So, whoever you are out there, beware; I’m going to drag you to Paris so we can put a lock on the bridge and throw the key in the river. I hope you are as hopelessly romantic as I am.