The urban version of carving initials in a tree?
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Quieter Elephant 
How about that. I first read of this phenomenom here:
Apparently Paris claims to have started the practice, although that’s disputed.
Yeah – Vancity Buzz credits Pont des Arts as the first. I smiled at the mention of the Humber Bridge though… not the one I expected, but the one in “Tronno”. Thanks for the link to the travel magpie too.
All along the Arno in Venice there are thousands and thousands of these locks on the simple single-chain fences that line the sidewalks. They bother some people — I think they’re sweet.
You old softy, you…
Yup. That’s me. I cry at anything even remotely sad in a movie. I say I’m a “big, fat baby;” Husband says I’m sensitive. Or maybe it’s vice versa. Now I can’t remember. . .