Has not France offered it all? Eternity ebbs and flows sous le pont Mirabeau as the Seine says goodbye to Paris, carrying with it a thousand words of love unlocked from its bridges. Flocks of lovers with their silly locks wanted their love to last forever. Their love comes and goes, but Paris remains and the Seine still flows. L’amour s’en va comme cette eau courante L’amour s’en va Comme la vie est lente Et comme l’Espérance est violente… -Guillaume Apollinaire How does it