On one particularly beautiful Saturday morning in Sicily this past summer, we took a train from Ispica to Siracusa (Syracuse) to see the sights (more on some of those sights in future posts!). On the bridge from Siracusa proper to the island of Ortigia was this collection of locks. Written on each of the locks were what could only be the names of lovers.
I’d love to know the history of this collection of locks hanging from this light standard. I’m curious to know who started it and when. I don’t think it could have been there very long or there would have been many more locks. “How incredibly romantic,” I thought to myself.
A short time later we walked past a very tiny and most lovely beach on Ortigia. From the minute I stepped off the train I loved Siracusa. As we explored and saw more and more of the town, I fell head over heels. Ortigia sealed it for me.
“THIS”, I said to myself “is where I want to come on my honeymoon, and I want to buy an apartment here”. My goodness, if it was that romantic while I was there in the daytime with 14 teenagers and five, well, aging German men, I can’t imagine how over-the-top romantic it would be with a brand spanking new husband under a starlit Mediterranean night! 🙂