I had read about this place years ago without ever imagining I would be here. Couples in love, they engrave their names on padlocks and lock them, then throw away the key. Cynical bastard that I can be and cold to tradition, I love this kind of shit. Lately I've been seeing cathedrals and memorials of war and so much art dedicated to Christ being murdered, but here was a living, growing monument of love. And it was a bit fucking cool.
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Muy fabuloso... I hope there's a padlock with Lee and Ann engraved on it with a key sitting on Davy Jones' locker....
Well there's not... it was more our style to discuss why the hell no one has set up a lock stall and engraving service nearby. You could make a killing :)
It is quite a romantic thing though. There are random chains of locks here in Florence too. It plays with my soft side in a nice way.
Romantic wretch that I am, I love this so very much. Love love love.
love.
Love rules, GG. This was a special place for me.
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