The butterfly effect

  

There is a phenomenon referred to as the butterfly effect, the principle is simple enough. Think of it as every action has an equal and opposite reaction. Or maybe cause and effect, for anything to happen, a whole bunch of other things will have had to have happened beforehand.

The extent of this is rarely witnessed in every day life. We all go about our normal days not thinking for a moment about the choices that we made that got us here, or what actions of others may have had influence on the cheese sandwich I am about to eat. Such things as what if the baker had not turned up for work to prepare the bread, or if my alarm had not gone off to get me out of bed to get the bread.

Let’s be real here for a moment, think about this for too long and it is likely anyone will end up confused, not just a blonde like myself. But this was all brought to the forefront of my mind last weekend.

Let’s begin the story, Sunday morning of a bank holiday weekend. Picture layers. Layer 1: Girlfriend hungry to see new areas of England on front seat of car, Layer 2: camera, sandwiches and emergency M&M’s on back seat. Layer 3: suitcase, Wellington boots and umbrella for two in the boot and off we go.

 

Butterfly effect day 1 – The missing cable

As we got closer to the north of England, the annoying beep from my GPS was reminding me again that the charging cable was sat on the kitchen table. With navigation now reduced to the old fashioned way, that is asking HER to ask for directions, little did I know this would result in my own personal French tourist leading us to a train station, a second hand bookshop, a derelict castle, countless sheep, a nice farmer, a man walking his dog and a couple of Dutch tourists, before eventually finding ourselves on a beach  by Dunstanburgh castle in time for sunset and photos.

 


Butterfly effect day 2 – The missing shoe

Picture a night out, maybe a bunch of girls getting very drunk and one losing a shoe. Someone finds the shoe and places it on top of a red post box for safety. Now the next morning the shoe catches the eye of a travelling couple who in turn catches the eye of self professed Geordie war veteran who wonders why anyone is so interested in a shoe. This leads to a conversation  about a statue of Queen Victoria and why she was neither facing the town hall nor the church and in the process totally confusing a poor French girl with all sorts of new words and phrases usually reserved for the north.

 

All this got me thinking, what were the events that took place for the two of us to find each other. In this big wide world, with so many things going on in everyone’s lives, what are the chances that two people that are so right for each other meet up at all. It has to make you wonder a lot about fate. Good things will eventually happen to good people given enough time and enough patience.

 

The butterfly effect in all its beauty


The bridge of love

  

The French love their bridges. Really, everywhere you look there are postcards and paintings of these beloved treasures. They light them up and decorate them. A timeless love affair. It is very fitting therefore that the one we found around Notre Dame was a true bridge of love. Could this be the most romantic spot on the planet?

Pont de l’Archevêché (Archbishop’s Bridge) is the narrowest road bridge in Paris, but arguably one that caries the most traffic, not of cars but of love and hope. The idea is simple. Two lovers write their names on a padlock, attach it to the bridge and throw the key into the river Seine. It is referred to as a Love Padlock.

As I stood there with my girl, both looking at all the locks couples had left behind and some truly romantic stories we both thought the same things.
1. Why didn’t we bring a padlock to do the same and 2. Where are they now?

Some of the padlocks date back at least 10 years. I suspect some much further, but only the well prepared had their names engraved so time would not fade the writing. One in particular stood out, ‘Pètá a Pavel 9.12.2001′ Over 10 years ago they secured their love at this very spot and sent the key into the depths of the river. Wouldn’t you like to know their story? Quite frankly, I would!

 

More recently “Big boo” proposed to “Little Boo”. She must have said yes as there is a follow up padlock telling the world. I am not usually moved by this kind of thing but I have to say it was very touching. Who said men can’t be romantic?

As the mood on that bridge was so perfect we did what any slightly romantic couple would have done. We kissed, for what seemed a lifetime, at least long enough to become accidental love icons to a senior couple that was taking their own photo of the bridge. As I am now sitting in my kitchen writing this post, I am trying to imagine on what fridge or what photo album our perfect kiss will end up on…

With Paris often being described as the world’s most romantic city it is hard sometimes to see past the crowds and turmoil. The magic started as we were walking in the most ancient part of the city, the Ile de la Cité, where Paris was born and grew from. The little stone bridge, on a grey and rainy day, suddenly became the most romantic spot in the world’s most romantic city.