The Pont des Arts, a foot bridge that crosses the Seine between the Quai de Conti on the Left Bank and the Quai de Mitterand on the Right, is unquestionably romantic. But when did the tradition start of couples placing a lock on the railing and then throwing the key into the river? All I can say is that the city of Paris, which has no use for these mementos, is fighting a losing battle to keep the locks at bay. City workers keep cutting them off but the locks just keep on coming.
There's quite an assortment, in every shape, size, color, and even a few combination locks which, to my mind, kind of defeats the poetry of the idea. Whatever. It's still sweet.
|For puppy love,|
|in every shape, color, and size|
|Some people obviously come prepared.|
|From near and far|
|And even a little humor.|