‘We are standing on the stairs of Montmartre in Paris. People are gathering to watch the sunset.
In the middle of the crowd are two men with spread-out sheets. Silver, sparkling heartshaped padlocks are stacked on their scraps of fabric. One man begins to lay out the locks in rows, while the other tries to sell them to the tourists.
I look down and discover a silver metal bow between my shoes. I pick it up and notice that they are lying all over the stairs.
From now on, I can‘t overlook them anymore.’