He had bumped into her, had apologized and had vanished in the crowd. Breathless, she had picked up his wallet on the sidewalk and had slipped it into the back pocket of her purse. With a smile playing on her lips, she was walking down the avenue, holding Champs Elysées so tightly against her heart that she could almost feel it shudder. Spring had daintily tiptoed into the city of love.
An adjustable shoulder strap
A concealed magnetic closure
Two inner compartements
A zippered outer pocket on the back of the bag