It’s the ideal setting for handheld walks on narrow, cobblestone streets, sitting alongside the river with ice cream cones in tow and just observing acts of love and kindness in art, on storefronts and even on bridges.
Like many before us, Bob and I wrote a special message on a padlock and fixed it on the Pont des Arts, famous for this romantic tradition. I never considered myself a romantic before I met Bob, but I guess he (along with Paris’s help) brings it out of me.
Paris, the city of love. Truly.