I’m in Paris because I’m looking for something.

After a wonderful early dinner with friends I wandered off into the city, not really sure where I was going but enjoying the slight drizzle of rain, umbrella in hand. I decided to head towards the Louvre, walking past restaurants, café’s, corner markets, galleries and shops with beautiful windows. I did feel my heart stir a little.

I arrived at the Louvre and turned to look at the car lights on the Champs Elysees, white on the left and red on the right, and I wondered what it was that I was looking for. I turned back and walked past the glass pyramid and through an underpass where tourists, in full rain gear and on bikes, were listening to their guide.

Reaching the inner courtyard something flashed through my mind and I stopped. Windows… I remembered that louvre window/shutters originated from the Louvre. I also heard that all of them were removed, but that there was one window that still had them. I’ve tried looking for them before, but never found it. I didn’t know where the window was located or even if the story was true. But I was happy to have something specific to look for.

I walked around for thirty minutes studying the windows. At one point I was half expecting a guard to come up to me to see who this person was that was walking around inspecting windows and taking pictures with his phone.

I didn’t find the window. I’m still not sure whether it actually exists. I know it’s a Google search away but I’m not looking it up just yet. By not knowing I can still look and hope to find it while my heart beats expectantly as I round the next corner.