You’ve seen it before: a man and a woman meet in the middle of a stone bridge overlooking a softly babbling river. Their eyes meet and they kiss, the woman dropping the leaf she was twirling into the water.
Why are bridges so romantic? And not just the picturesque bridges found in a garden or a park, but even big bridges made of steel. What’s so romantic about a bridge?
Is it that it connects two areas of land that were otherwise separate and lonely? Is it that a strong, solid bridge, hiding a torrent below, perfectly represents a relationship: strong and solid like the bridge, but with passion, anger, jealousy (and other crazy emotions) bubbling below?
China’s Rainbow Bridge
photo: wikipedia.org
Paris’ Pont Royal–apparently this is a good bridge for proposals!
photo: wikipedia.org
I’ve never actually seen bridges as romantic. I’m more the garden or waterfall romantic. Though China’s rainbow bridge looks kind of interesting.