By noon, Clara was wearing a new pair of "Ocean" frames—a deep tortoiseshell with a hidden flash of blue. As she stepped back out onto the cobblestones, she realized that buying Lafont wasn't just a transaction; it was a pilgrimage to the heart of French eyewear.
Determined to replace them before her afternoon gallery opening, she began her hunt. She knew that to find genuine Lafont, she had to look for heritage.
The fog over the Seine was still lifting when Clara realized she’d left her favorite pair of glasses on a café table in Montmartre. To anyone else, they were just frames; to Clara, her were her identity—a splash of Parisian art deco that made the world look sharper.