I had a little list of things that were important to me to do and see when I went to visit 1 of 8 in Paris.
This little event was at the top of the list.
It was my gift to Michael, my souvenir to him.
You may recall a post from last fall, when 1 of 8 sent me pictures of a tradition that is played out on the bridge that crosses the River Seine over to Notre Dame. Lovers entwine locks on the links of the fence of the bridge, a declaration of romance.
I knew that the sentimental sap in me had to participate.
So I had 1 of 8 take me to the uber-cool Parisian version of Target, called Monoprix. And I purchased a lock for my love.
I was giddy, absolutely giddy to place mine and Mike’s lock on the bridge, somehow feeling that our love story was made more epic when basking in the sunshine of a beloved and ancient city.
Not that it makes sense when I actually type up those words. And yet…
I realized once I got to the bridge to put my lock in place that I had chosen a very diminutive lock as compared with the more bold choices made by other couples.
But ours still looked very cute.
For a lock.
After I placed my lock and 1 of 8 and I snapped some more pics, we made our way over the bridge to wander through Notre Dame and the surrounding neighborhoods in a blaze of French sunshine.
And I brought home the keys to the lock and gave them to Mike.
Because no matter the bridge or the continent or the tradition, Michael holds the keys to my heart.