Throw the Key Away

   There were many things in France that held my heart.
   When I think, all my stories have been told, I remember a jewel.
Bill and I were walking, a hundred miles, planning our attack on the city of Paris. We sat on the river Seine and just looked all around us, soaking it all up. The cherry blossoms were blowing like a snowstorm, there was no need for words. I reminded him, that it was probably not a good idea to stop walking, for fear I would never make it back to the apartment. So we put one foot in front of the other quickly. When what jumped in front of me was a miracle. We had found the bridge with all the locks on it.
We were not looking for it, and there it was. I had recently told Bill about my desire to find it, and he put it down the list under finding Ernest Hemingway's apartment! He of little faith! Everyone goes to the Eiffel Tower, I wanted to wander.
This was our first day in Paris, and we happen upon this bridge, luck was pulling us in the right direction.
( of course all of the rif-raf selling locks and keys on the street, should have been a clue?? I was looking at the flower-snow!!)
This bridge is for lovers, or so I thought. You put a lock on the bridge, and make a wish and throw your key into the river. There are notes attached to locks, heart and names drawn on locks, its a joy to be surrounded by this piece of art. However there was a sign, a real sign, that told the story about how it started out, to help lock out domestic violence against women, and over the years became a love bridge. I think anything to help bring awareness to violence against women, is also about love. So I was right also.
No we did not put a lock on the bridge, I was too busy reading everyone's little story, and my feet hurt. Bill knows I love him, I told him there is a pretend lock on the bridge with his name on it. He is a chemist, I don't think he really got the lock bridge. He gets me, and that is lock enough for me.

Pictures, I know you may think one is a video, but I hit the wrong button.