One of the traditions in Paris is for lovers to snap a padlock bearing their names onto the guard rail of one of the 37 bridges over the Seine and then throw the keys into the river. Consequently, the guard rails have become a solid mass of hundreds of thousands of padlocks extending from the handrails down to the pavement. Fortunately, I was able to locate a virtually undiscovered little spot on the Isle St. Louis near the hotel where the princess and the wizard and I were staying. See those stairs? Their love lock is on the landing at the top of them. This is the address of the building across the street: