Lead Locked Pigs

I think Paris would have been more romantic if it wasn't for my husband and I.  No matter where we went, things that could have been historically interesting ended up meriting snarky comments.

Take for instance the side-by-side graves of Mr. and Mrs. Curie.  

For some, the togetherness of their memorial would merit "aahs" as if the notion of a couple buried together satisfied some fairytale desire.  Our conversation, instead ran like this:

Man: I hope they lined these coffins with lead..

Me: I'm sorry, what? 

Man: They're still radioactive.

Me: Oh, true.  I doubt they'd endanger tourists like that.

Man: You never know.

And then there were the locks.

They take their security serious, here in France.

They were everywhere.  Or at least on every bridge that had holes.  We were rather amused by this seemingly random blind-following of the masses.  In our eyes, someone put a lock on there, got there friends to add locks little by little, and then watched as numerous others followed suit, thinking it was the new cool thing (or the cultural thing for the tourists) to do.

Truly a traffic hazard.

The bike lock was our favorite. We couldn't fathom a reason to waste such a nice lock on the bridge when everyone else seemed to have much cheaper locks.  We chalked it up to pride; It does scream I was here in a brazenly loud sort of way.  That or the person was hoping to bang a few unsuspecting knees.

Turns out the locks are some sort of love promise tourist trap (or so the cardboard sign on another bridge would have us believe).  Which ruined the joy of them for us.

So instead, I shall move on to our favorite piece of art in the Louvre: (Hint, it's not the couch.)

CouchPigs camouflaged amongst couches.

Just kidding.  We did love this pig (after all, what's not to love about an upholstered pig?), but we aren't the type to dismiss amazing pieces.  We also just aren't the type to take pictures of every single painting with our ipad so no one else can enjoy it.  Then again, ipading famous art pieces instead of upcylced CouchPiggies is probably more romantic.  

That being said, I could argue that this is actually a picture of a CouchPig couple, enjoying a romantically lazy Saturday afternoon.  Which reminds me of our attempts to cute togethery photos of our own lazy selves.

Me + Book = Obliviously Happy.

In my defense, it was a really good book.