After a day in Vilnius, the most puzzling question was, “Why the locks?”Every bridge we had crossed was laden with dozens of locks, but with no explanation.
It all became clear on what we now call “wedding Saturday”, a day in which it seemed half of Vilnius was attending a wedding. Walking into town, we witnessed a charming ritual at our local bridge. Bride and groom attached a single lock to the bridge, before ceremoniously throwing the key into the stream, presumably never to be retrieved.
One word: Romantic.
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