This is the Pont des Arts in Paris.
When we saw the bridge from far away, it looked like it was glittering. When we got closer, we realized that this was actually due to the hundreds of locks attached to the chain-link. Apparently people attach locks to the bridge and chuck the key into the water. Each of the locks had names or initials—mostly lovers or spouses, but some were friends or families. Many had dates, some had places, others had anniversaries or “we’ll always have Paris”. We counted several nationalities: French, German, American, British, Korean, Japanese, Chinese, Swedish, Spanish.
It was cheesy.
But I sort of think it was a nice kind of cheesy.
Now excuse me while I go try to dig these feels out of my tiny, cold heart with a rusty spoon before they have the chance to germinate. Got to nip these things in the bud, you know.