Bridges

The Viaduct of Millau.  It is simply amazing in size and design.  Just a little more than 1.5 miles long, the highest point is 1125 feet from the ground.  A figure so elegant, it is like sails in the wind or symbols of the hills located nearby.  But numbers and pictures cannot truly convey its sense of delicate strength and its refreshing design.

 

I remember first seeing it in 2005, driving from Loire Valley chateaus to the pebbly beaches of Nice on a rollicking adventure with my two teenage girls.  There was mountain after mountain, then gasp, what a sight—this incredible work of art spanning the valley of Millau.

 

Bridges—taking you from one place to the other when otherwise it would have been nearly impossible to cross.  Products of inspiration and twice-checked calculation, they can pop up unexpectedly or be destinations themselves.  Perhaps today may be like any other or perhaps one that crosses to what had been unreachable before. 

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