I left my heart in San Francisco:
Temple bells, heart clappers. I took this picture in Chiang Mai, Thailand. It was quite common to see bells with the hearts hanging from them, like this:
A string of bleeding hearts, which always remind me of our neighbor Esther, from when I was a child. Esther had a Hummel collection, and she told us if we touched the dolls, our fingerprints would stain them. She also had bleeding hearts in her garden.
Hearts (and bones) loteria at the little Mexican shop on Broadway, on Capitol Hill:
And this coração on a wall in Lisbon, Portugal: