The author recalls a trip to Paris in the sixties, a significant experience lived with the intensity of someone visiting the "city of light" for the first time.
During the stay, a pair of white, mid-heeled sandals with thin, delicate straps were purchased from a Champs-Élysées shoe store as a gesture of affection and reward. This pair of shoes, though fragile, became a personal treasure, cared for and repaired by Master José de Sousa from Rua das Hortas.
Years later, with foot deformities and the emergence of a bunion, the sandals were stored away but remain a fond memory of youth and the vibrant Paris of that era. The André shoe store, where the sandals originated, still exists, albeit in a different form than the original.
