In February, 1980, my husband, son and I stood on a bridge, and this photo was taken.
Earlier this week, I stood on the bridge again, and took some photos.
This is not the Bridge of Sighs, but I’m willing to bet someone will pinpoint its location.
Today, the fog has dissipated, the sun is shining, as this young couple build a bridge to their future together.
I don’t know how to build a verbal bridge to this: