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"There are two cafes here, which one do you want?"
"What's the difference?" Aphrodite asked as she frowned.
"Did you see that over there? It has two floors, so we can choose whether to eat in the outdoor or indoor." Francisco pointed to one of the ships filled with people enjoying a meal on board.
"Then let's go there. Looks like seeing the scenery from the boat is more fun especially while accompanied by a delicious dessert."
"A good idea. Then let's go."
Francisco and Aphrodite approached the ship that switched functions to be the cafe. They enjoyed the dessert they bought on the second floor. In the outdoor area which is now only filled by a few visitors. While enjoying the dessert, they are also accompanied by a view of the Seine river that is so beautiful.
"The view is beautiful, plus the food is also good," murmured Aphrodite who then went back to devouring the food that had been presented before her.
"You're right, eating is good." Francisco grabbed the glass with the drink he ordered, then gulped it down. "You know? There's usually a special boat that passes here for the tourists."
"really? Well, it seems nice to be able to take a walk down the Seine."
"You want to try it?"
"Other times, it's almost afternoon and if we walk down the Seine first, we're afraid we're home too late."
"Ng... Then what if we come here again tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow?"
"Yes. We're walking down the Seine, how?"
"All right, come on" said Aphrodite.
"OKAY. Then tomorrow we come here and take a walk along the Seine."
"Yes." Yeah." Aphrodite and Francisco were back in the bus with a dessert they were enjoying. After enjoying a dessert together, Francisco then took Aphrodite to another place that was not too far from there. They went there on foot, up the stairs so that they could arrive at the highway they had originally passed. The two walked for a while until they arrived at a bridge so wide. Many people who take pictures on the bridge, not infrequently also who just enjoy their togetherness with their respective lovers.
"You why?" Francisco asked Aphrodite who seemed silent in her place. Aphrodite looked at herself there.
"It's okay, it's just that I've seen this place before, but I don't remember where," muttered Aphrodite who then frowned trying to remember where she had seen the place she was currently visiting.
Francisco smiled faintly hearing it. "Of course you've seen it."
"uh? Really true?" Aphrodite turned to him with a look of disbelief.
"Yes." Yeah."
"Everyone knows about this bridge. And they must have heard of it."
"really? What bridge is this?"
"The lock of love."
"H-huh?"
"Yes. That famous bridge of love."
"But..why does it look different, and where are the padlocks?"
"Everything has undergone changes for several reasons that made the local government finally decided to remove and remove all the padlocks."
"really? Ah, very dear."
"Yes, that's it. Oh yeah, you wanna take a picture there?"
"Yeah, sure. Come on!" Aphrodite walked first. Stepping the lead in front followed by Francisco from behind. Currently they are on the Pont Des Arts bridge, or bridge better known as the love padlock bridge. Because this bridge was once popular with couples who carved their initials in a padlock, locking the padlock on the side of the bridge and throwing the key. Some people believe that their love story will be eternal as they carve their name into the lock and throw away the key.
The Pont des Arts or Passerelle des Arts is a pedestrian bridge in Paris that crosses the Seine River. It connects the Institut de France and the central square (cour carree) of the Palais du Louvre, (which has been called the "Palais des Arts" under the First French Empire).
Between 1802 and 1804, under the rule of Napoleon Bonaparte, a nine-arched metal bridge for pedestrians was built at what is now called the Pont des Arts; this was the first metal bridge in Paris. The engineers Louis-Alexandre de Cessart and Jacques Dillon originally drew up a bridge that would resemble a hanging garden, with trees, flower ledges, and benches. Crossing the bridge at that time cost one sou.
On March 17, 1975, the French Ministry of Culture listed the Pont des Arts as a national historic monument.
In 1976, the Inspector of Bridges and Cross Roads (Ponts et Chaussees) reported some deficiencies on the bridge. More specifically, he noted the damage caused by two aerial bombings that occurred during World War I and World War II and the damage caused by multiple collisions caused by ships. The bridge was closed for circulation in 1977 and, in 1979, collapsed 60 meters after a barge hit it.
The current bridge was built between 1981 and 1984 "identical" according to the plans of Louis Arretche, who had decided to reduce the number of arches from nine to seven, allows the look of the old bridge to be maintained while realigning the new structure with the Pont Neuf. On June 27, 1984, the newly reconstructed bridge was inaugurated by Jacques Chirac, then mayor of Paris.
The bridge sometimes serves as an art exhibition venue, and is currently a "studio en plein air" for painters, artists, and photographers interested in its unique point of view. The Pont des Arts is also often a picnic spot during the summer.
Argentine writer Julio Cortazar talks about this bridge in his book Rayuela. When Horacio Oliveira goes with pythia and this tells him that the bridge for La Maga is the "Ponts des Arts."
In 1991, UNESCO listed the entire banks of the Paris river, from the Eiffel Tower to the end of the Ile Saint Louis, as a World Heritage Site. Therefore, Pont des Arts is now part of this UNESCO World Heritage Site.
Since the end of 2008, tourists began to install padlocks (love locks) with first names written or engraved on the fence or bars on the side of the bridge, then throw the keys to the Seine river below, as a romantic gesture. This movement is said to represent the love commitment of the couple. Although this is not a French tradition and has only been taking place in Paris since late 2008, with locks sometimes cut by city workers, since 2012 the number of locks covering the bridge has become overwhelming, with the key pulled out. mounted on the other key.
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