Some time ago I wrote about the Paris phenomenon of lovers placing locks on the Pont des Arts bridge (and others, too). I loved the concept of people declaring undying love to one another, placing a lock on the bridge fence as testimony to it, them throwing away the keys.
But Agnes Poirier--French, of course--wrote in last Sunday's New York Times that the lovers got it all wrong. And me, too. No, no, no says Agnes. The French know that you don't have to lock yourself permanently to another to be truly in love. If you are really in love, you don't need that. Locks signify prisons, she says.
Hmmm. I kind a liked the concept. But read Poirier's comments for yourself. Maybe I've got it wrong and the French have the last word--as we've always believed they did-- on love. And here is the link.