I am surprised by the beauty of the bridge as I round a corner of the Moraca River.
I find a good vantage point for a photo, but a pretty young woman is on the bridge posing for her boyfriend, who is taking pictures unseen from below.
He climbs up to the bridge, shows her the photos, she nods and shakes her head, he goes back down, she pushes her hair back slowly with a delicate hand, turning this way and that, opens a button of her dress to show more cleavage, juts out her chest, puts a hand on a hip, he takes more photos, climbs back up, shows her again, until, finally, they seem satisfied and abandon the bridge.
I take a photo just in time before the couple returns to the bridge for a second round.
The bridge is the oldest in Podgorica, built during the Roman rule.
It has undergone a renovation and now is a beautiful footbridge amongst other Roman ruins.
From the top of the ruins, I watch a few pedestrians cross the bridge, mostly tourists taking photos.
But I’m intrigued by a middle-aged woman, who stops, leans on the stone railing, and just stares into the Ribnica River for fifteen minutes.
Whatever her reason, she has found her peaceful space.
