A vintage post card from France, brought back to me by my friend Caro who just spent 2 months living there. It’s an actual postcard, dating back to January 21, 1923, with faint pencil writings on the back. I wish I knew enough French to decipher the message. Feels like this postcard is a living, breathing creature, carrying its own marks and history. 🙂
Speaking of France, here is a wonderful book with personal stories & encounters in Paris spanning the last century.