What would the City of Light be without the poetry of its bridges? Arcing across the Seine like stone verses in a love letter to the past, the bridges of Paris offer more than a way to cross from Left Bank to Right. They are time travelers, storytellers, and sentinels, each with its own soul and saga.

"Something there is that doesn't love a wall," wrote Robert Frost in his well known poem "Mending Wall." And indeed there are many walls, past and present, in places like Berlin and Bethlehem, that are difficult to love.

But this is not so with bridges.  Bridges connect instead of divide.  They invite us to venture to the other side and see what is there, and allow others to visit us where we are too.  They have style, architecturally at least, and they carry life.  And so to borrow from Frost's line of thinking: something there is that loves a bridge!