My secret box... fom Hediard... is not what you would expect.
If you know Hediard's, you would expect some sort of delectable
treat to be inside of it...and there was, once. But now, it is my secret box
where my secret stash...of postcards is kept.
|Postcards of Paris..purchased on my first trip to Paris in 1978.|
It is a very clever little box. It opens up into all sorts of shapes and configurations,
allowing me to gaze at will...my own little postcard projector.
I just started this creation, so, please excuse the handiwork...I have never
been known to be a tidy writer, as those of you who have received postcards from me,
will have guessed by now.
No matter, it is what's inside that counts.
A few of my favourites...
|A lady gets a ride in Paris.|
Fishing in Florence and a lively chat in Mayfair.
Three ladies and their cycles in Paris.
I would love to know that the giggle is all about. :)
I am off and running again. My solo sojourn to Paris starts in the morning.
I am taking a little postcard break on this trip. But then again,
I always say that and before you know it...
the list comes out, the pen comes out and I am on my way.
If you would like a postcard..one day...from somewhere...
drop me a line...always happy to oblige. :)
Images above are of my postcards
Credits noted below
Lady gets a ride...Paris Atmospheres by Editor
Fishing in Florence... Lester Gediman
A lively chat in Mayfair... Norman Parkinson
Three ladies...Paris Atmospheres by Editor