My sister and I are visiting Paris, France for the first time (we live in Minneapolis, MN USA). We were slowly making our way from Tuileries and the Louvre to our flat in Le Marais, taking time to stop and window shop along Rue de Rivoli along the way. I spotted this little denim heart and was delighted to learn its meaning. Three days later in our visit the Notre Dame caught fire – we had been there just hours before. After sharing a small part of this history with the people of Paris, this heart means so much more now. I leave a part of my heart in Paris and take a part of Paris with me. 💕
