True Love

I left my beloved Paris and flew east to Riga, the capital of Latvia to celebrate my husband’s birthday. Riga is very eastern European, Paris seems like it is on another planet.

We explored the old town with its narrow cobble-stoned streets filled with churches and pretty squares. In the central park there are two bridges spanning the canal with padlocks attached to them. The smallest bridge is almost completely covered with locks of all sizes and each is inscribed with two names and a date. Instead of carving their initials into a tree, amorous Latvian couples etch their names into a padlock and attach it to the bridge.
















I like to imagine that they pledge undying love tossing the key into the canal to seal the deed.