First built between 1558-1566 , the bridge was an architectural masterpiece. Life and entertainment revolved around the bridge until it was bombed on November 9, 1993. From what we were told, the energy of the locals died with the bridge, and despite its reconstruction the vibe has never been the same.
Had Jeannine and I visited pre-war, we may have noticed something this time around, but to us it still felt like there was excitement in the air. Products from shops spilled out onto the streets leading to the bridge. Vendors stood outside their doors to greet those who passed by. Tourists were huddled around the city's various view points. And I was right in the middle of them, soaking up the views and taking more pictures than the memory card in my camera felt was necessary.
Then one man made the impossible, possible by making the bridge even cooler.
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