The store of lights.
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Not only did the Faberge, Tiffany, Lalique exhibit make me think back to my youth. A walk through San Francisco had the same effect—for similar reasons. My parents ran Paris Jewelry in Worland, Wyoming for nearly 50 years. They retired and closed the store just a few short years ago. I worked at Paris Jewelry for much of my youth. So imagine my surprise when I encountered Paris Jewelry alive and well right in the heart of San Francisco.
1 comment:
I love this discovery. You should have gone in there and taken your place as the rightful heir.
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