En francais: Ehh, Peh-rhee.
Ze city of romance [or having high expectations of finding one] has hit me hard. As my host said one afternoon over baguette sandwiches along the canal:
"Joshua, you're already in love with the city. I can see it in your eyes."
In celebration of my arrival in the City of Light and general inability to mask emotions, I've decided to post pictures [and, of course, commentary] of one of my favorite landmarks: the Pont des Arts, which links the Louvre and the Institut de France.
As a statement of everlasting love [or friendship], couples will engrave/write their names/initials onto a padlock [the Love Lock], affix them to the fence along the river, and either keep the key or throw it into the river below.
I know, a river full of keys. You'd think that the dinner boats passing beneath the bridges would eventually hit a large mountain of metal, but...
You can buy these locks for 4 euro, or about 5 dollars, along the river from souvenir vendors.
Ah, friendship along the river surrounded by locks. Le simbolisme.
I guess the breakup was JUST THIS BAD.
Parts of the fencing have to be replaced from the amount of locks...
"Your lips against mine." ROMANTIC!!!
I did too.
Some other breakups are only bad enough to be Sharpied-out.
INDIA. One of my favorites.
Mmm. Maybe in another lifetime.
One of the more creative ones: attaching photos of yourself under Shakespeare keyrings.
I guess you could say the PEN IS mightier than the sword...
Even from Korea...