July 2015 Salon
When my lover and I arrived at the Pont des Arts in Paris I immediately wanted to hook a lock with our initials on it to the mass of other “love locks” dangling from the railings on both sides of the bridge.
I took her hand and whispered my intentions into her ear. She turned her head slowly toward me, and I saw that she was — really? — rolling her eyes. She
looked beautiful in her classic black wool coat, pulled tight around
her neck against the October chill. Her silver hair, with an impeccable
French cut, fell dashingly across her face. I loved that hair.
Now I know that the French had grown weary of the locks on the Pont des Arts. What began as a romantic gesture by couples in the 2000s had turned into a tourist scourge weighing many tons. Not only were the locks — quelle horreur — ugly, they were threatening to sink the bridge into the Seine. In fact, Paris officials recently announced that they are going to cut off the whole lot of them. Read more @Salon
When my lover and I arrived at the Pont des Arts in Paris I immediately wanted to hook a lock with our initials on it to the mass of other “love locks” dangling from the railings on both sides of the bridge.
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Now I know that the French had grown weary of the locks on the Pont des Arts. What began as a romantic gesture by couples in the 2000s had turned into a tourist scourge weighing many tons. Not only were the locks — quelle horreur — ugly, they were threatening to sink the bridge into the Seine. In fact, Paris officials recently announced that they are going to cut off the whole lot of them. Read more @Salon
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