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.

Before I even read a word.

So grazie, young travellers, for knowing how much this would make us smile!