We bought a basket of tomatoes in Paris last July. Because of their small, unique shape the French call these delicacies "Pigeon Hearts". After we ate them a few of their seeds managed to follow us home and bury themselves in our garden. Here's a picture our first "homegrown heart". It didn't last long. While waiting for it to ripen perfectly our plumber ate it.
Europe was much more than exotic tomatoes. I will be writing about the second half of our trip next week.