One of the newer things to do in Paris, is for lovers to write a message or initials etc onto a lock, and then locking it to this bridge, tossing the keys into the Seine river.
The flag on the lock packaging where for sale, is the South African flag.
1000's of locks.
And the council,had removed them all before as the sheer weight of them are impacting the bridge.
Then off to the Louvre.
Monsieur Vice and his Pancake van.
Remember the ban on older cars in Paris?
I think these horrible things have come into use now, maybe a French member can shed more light on them.
Funny how the pollution needed to generate electricity for these *******d things never gets mentioned in reports.
Eventually we gave up on the day, my feet throbbing and back hurting from cold.
So we took one of the very efficient Metro underground trains.
Reaching ground level right next to the Arc de Triomphe.
Followed by dinner in an Italian restaurant.
When we got in there, there were bread sticks on the table.
Katy has been looking for some of these breadsticks to buy for her Christmas table. Unsuccessfully.
I asked the proprietor where we could buy some for her and he replied "Italy, these come,from Italy"
Upon which he stepped over to a cabinet at his tide and pulled this bag of them out and gave them to me.
I,asked how much as Imwas totally happy to buy them for Katy.
His reply was: "It is Christmas, you can have some Christmas joy"
At this point we had not even committed to having dinner there.
But of course, attitude can often dictate behaviour.
So we decided it was a perfect venue to have dinner.
The chef and head waiter came and chatted to us.
Turns out this is a family run business, and that the head waiter is actually a coded welder too.
I have said this before, life certainly is good.
And when people like here in France are as friendly, helpful and generous emotionally as they are, I will be back.