L'Artisan Parfumeur, in the Marais is a favorite of mine. This last trip they had adorned their window with this nod to the Locks of Love on many of the Paris bridges.
Love this shot, V! Hope they're not really locked, though. When the time comes, they'll either have to cut them off—or I'm picturing some poor young shop assistant trying to match keys to locks. :~}
The locks are like a cancer on Paris. The best idea I've seen was on Pont des Arts where a group had reserved a section of the bridge with locks to be removed! You made a donation, got a key, found the lock it opened, and then threw it into the river where it belongs.
The romantic in me loves the notion of the locks ~ though I do understand how difficult they prove to be on a practical level!! This is a lovely nod to them and the added bonus is that they won't cause anyone a headache. :) Hugs to you and Meeps, dear V.
I am a former elementary school teacher, a full-time photographer, lover of all things French ( whose French is slowly improving), obsessive Paris traveler, enthusiastic church and community volunteer, and grandmother to 5 delightful grandchildren.
I fell in love with Paris in March 2007. It was as the French say, le coup de foudre : love at first sight. As a result of that trip, my photography took another direction. Since that time I have pursued a career of sorts in photography and dreamed of returning to the City of Light. November 2008 found me strolling the streets of Paris once again. My first visit I was so overwhelmed with the incredible beauty of the city, I photographed it as a "tourist". In 2008 I returned and I looked at the city with more of a photographer's eye. I wanted to capture the unique, the small details, and oh yes - the people! This blog was started as a photo diary of that trip, but I have been most fortunate to return to the city j'adore 15 times since. Each time I leave, I wipe a tear and start planning my list for the next trip. Paris may well be a moveable feast, but I think it's best savored in person! Someone told me that once you have been to Paris, you will leave a piece of your heart. I left mine right there, but I brought home some wonderful memories. It is my pleasure to share them with you.
9 comments:
Wonderful close up!A beautiful decoration!
Léia
Adore! And they're gorgeous pink! :)
Un symbole à double sens, quand on est pris on est aussi prisonnier.
Love this shot, V! Hope they're not really locked, though. When the time comes, they'll either have to cut them off—or I'm picturing some poor young shop assistant trying to match keys to locks. :~}
Interesting way to advertise.
I'm getting tired of this lock thing. I wonder when the tradition will run its course.
The locks are like a cancer on Paris. The best idea I've seen was on Pont des Arts where a group had reserved a section of the bridge with locks to be removed! You made a donation, got a key, found the lock it opened, and then threw it into the river where it belongs.
Can't tell you how much I love this one on so many levels!
The romantic in me loves the notion of the locks ~ though I do understand how difficult they prove to be on a practical level!! This is a lovely nod to them and the added bonus is that they won't cause anyone a headache. :) Hugs to you and Meeps, dear V.
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