It is a month of bridges in France this May, or at least long weekends. Three holidays on thursdays or fridays.
And this river town I live in has 4 main bridges linking rive gauche and rive droite.
I'm on a bridge right now, walking across. And while I know with absolute certainty where I've been, I have no idea where I'm going. But, like the cliff in my dream, I cannot not cross this river. Wouldn't want to stop if I could.
Question for the day: when was the last time you stood on a bridge? Did you cross it?