Here’s what I love:
— that someone went into a shop and chose an image from a rack or a shelf
— that they had to get stamps too
— and a pen
— and then find a mailbox
— the whole process maybe taking a day or two, the postcard in their pocket or bag until they found a place to sit down and write it out… a cafe, no, a trattoria, or a park bench surrounded by pigeons, piccioni… all the while a small connection between sender and sendee—not to mention a trace of Italian sunshine still there in the corner…
I love all that.
So grazie, young travellers, for knowing how much this would make us smile!
5 thoughts on “the postman brought all that”
And make us smile, too, in reading your blog post! Thank you.
That’s so nice. What a bonus!
Well, send me your address and who knows?
This is an offer that’s hard to resist… ;)