Jackson Fall writes love letters at a Paris café and hides them around the city for strangers to find. He leaves notes in bookshops, alleyways, and cobblestone streets, hoping to brighten someone's day and create unexpected moments of connection.
Today I'm writing love letters and leaving them all over Paris. So hi, I'm Jackson Fall. I'm a writer, a designer, and someone who believes the world needs more beauty, more wonder, and definitely more human connection. I've lived on and off in Paris since I was 22, and this city has always felt to me like a place where beauty is everywhere. It's in the corners of cafés, down cobblestone streets, and hidden in little shops down alleyways that most people just walk past. And so I think about how many people we walk past every day whose stories we'll never know. And how sometimes the smallest message at the right time can make someone's day. That's why I'm writing this letter at my favorite café on this cloudy day. Now I'm taking it from here at La Palette down the river near Saint-Michel, and maybe someone will find it in this bookshop up these stairs. Maybe it's going to sit tucked in this book for a week, maybe longer. This one might be for someone who comes here every day, or for someone who's wandered in here on a whim and just opened up the right book. And if you're in Paris, this one might be for you. And that's why
