Love is in the Air

Friday seems to be a HUGE day for weddings in this town. I must have seen half a dozen as I walked the city.

Somehow, the brides and grooms were not as interesting to me...
... as the woman who is left to sweep up the rose petals...

... or the chauffer sleeping in his classic car.

A common tradition is to put your names on a lock and lock it to the bridge. I couldn't find anyone to explain this, but I assume it's one of those "as long as the lock stays on and the bridge stands, so will our love" things.

Everybody loves a wedding!