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padlocks d’amour, this time in Odessa, on the ‘Mother-in-law Bridge,’ apocryphally so named because it was built at the behest of a Communist official who wanted a quicker way for his mother-in-law to get home and outta his house. Romantic site to make a public assertion of true love, non?
Eavesdropping and deciphering the explanatory gestures exchanged by a group near me on the bridge, I deduce that the keys are turned up here on the bridge and then thrown into the wasteland fifty metres below. That’s commitment.
More padlocks d’amour, this time in Odessa, on the ‘Mother-in-law Bridge,’ apocryphally so named because it was built at the behest of a Communist official who wanted a quicker way for his mother-in-law to get home and outta his house. Romantic site to make a public assertion of true love, non?
Eavesdropping and deciphering the explanatory gestures exchanged by a group near me on the bridge, I deduce that the keys are turned up here on the bridge and then thrown into the wasteland fifty metres below. That’s commitment.
2 comments:
I think we're going to have to spread this trend. It's just too charming/industrial.
My dear, I am merely adding to the ever-lengthening record of human foibles.
I cannot and do not endorse this trend.
But I do wonder, what happens to the padlocks when trouble brews in Paradise? Bolt-cutters?
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