When limos are gone...

Morning is like that. Everything is happened the day before.
It's funny to look all over wedding padlocks. They could be absolutely different and there are a lot of them. Perhaps even overdose to my mind.

They already don't fit into and several trees have been transplanted to the embankment.

And processions keep coming to let the newlyweds leave their padlocks, release their doves, and sometimes butterflies... Doves are supposed to return to the former owner. It's the sort of a right business...

One seems poorly trained or may be misses somebody...