There's no better time to talk about our understanding of love than on Valentine day; sometimes, we think we can grasp the meaning of love, at others, it eludes the best of us. For the occasion, here's a story that happened near my hometown, at the Avoriaz ski resort in France. Some thirty years ago, a prominent writer and magazine publisher owned a ski-in/ski-out home at the nascent ski area and had decided to name it "Love" as is customary in Europe.
A construction worker was handed the four beautiful brass letters and either forgot or got mixed up with the instructions;
not knowing what to do with them, he re-arranged them in various combinations until the name finally made sense to him. The end result was that “love” turned into “velo” which means bicycle in France. This story ties seamlessly with that charming joke about a young French lad whose bicycle has just been stolen. He comes to his sweetheart to seek comfort. She stares at his eyes and tells him: “When I look into your eyes darling, I can see the entire city of Paris!” Without missing a beat the boy goes: “Could you please search for my 'vélo'?” Happy Valentine Day!
Thanks to Didier Baud for getting me the photo of the house in question!
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