In the beautiful Italian region of Cinque Terre, Peter and I strolled the Via Dell’Amore, also know as Lover’s Walk. Along this romantic seaside path there were padlocks attached to the chain linked fences, a place where couples could bring their own locks to secure their love. I didn’t have a padlock at the time, so we did not lock our love in Italy.
The Paris Pont des Arts bridge, near the Louvre, has love locks too. Thousands of them. Many more than I ever saw along the Via Dell’Amore trail.
We bought a small gold lock, which had three keys attached, for five euros from a brilliant vendor who stood at one end of the bridge. The merchant even supplied a selection of colored markers to write our tender message with.
There were clusters of locks clipped to almost ever nook on the Pont des Arts bridge, which made it hard to find the perfect location to secure our devotion.
We then threw our 3 keys that came with the lock into the Seine river, so the lock could never be reopened, securing the love forever.
I double checked Pete’s hands to make sure he actually tossed the key into the water and didn’t stick it in his back pocket.
Our love is now officially locked. At least in Paris.