One Hotel Room at a Time.
I woke on our last day in
, feeling sad and nostalgic.
I was not ready to go home. Paris had worked its magic
on all of us, and I wanted to stay. It seemed only fitting that after our trip
to the Eiffel Tower, the previous night, that we should start our final day
with a visit to the Pont des Arts, or Passerelle
des Arts. It is a pedestrian bridge in Paris which
crosses the Seine River. We walked there with our lock in hand, to
place it among the ever growing collection of love locks. France
The love padlocks have been a phenomenon in cities as varied as
to Belgium . For those of you who haven’t heard of them, here's
the story. A couple writes their names on a padlock and locks it onto one of
the bridges. They then throw the key into the Japan as a symbol of their undying love. Well, our padlock
did not have a key it was a combination lock, and instead of our names, we
opted to write “JJJ”, for the eternal love of our family. Seine River
The river was so beautiful at that time of the morning, and we finally thought to get a group shot together, yes Justin has his eyes closed, unfortunately the random guy we asked only took one photo.
We ended up spending the rest of the day wandering around
just taking photos, eating and trying to absorb everything we could. Paris
All too soon, it was time to get a taxi to airport and head to
. Yes I am looking sad and wistful. But can you blame