Hello lovely girls,
I'm on my way home! I should be traveling through southern France now and I hope to be in Spain on Wednesday.
Again I have to show you a postcard that I have on my computer as I haven't got any at hand while traveling.
This is a card that I have sent somebody. I once bought a box of 100 postcards of The New Yorker front pages through the years. This is one of them:
It's by Peter Arno.
Wikipedia writes:
Curtis Arnoux Peters, Jr., known professionally as Peter Arno, was an American cartoonist. He contributed cartoons and 101 covers to The New Yorker from 1925, the magazine's first year, until 1968, the year of his death. In 2015, New Yorker contributor Roger Angell described him as "the magazine's first genius". Wikipedia
Born into privilege in 1904, educated at Hotchkiss and Yale, Curtis Arnoux Peters Jr. found fame as cartoonist Peter Arno, satirizing the New York elite he knew so well while remaining one of society’s most dashing figures.
Arno died on February 22, 1968 at the age of 64. Reporters called Pat Arno, asking for an anecdote or two about her famous father. She simply replied, “None are repeatable.”
Vanity Fair has published an article about him. Here is the link if you are interested.
As far as I'm concerned, what can I show you. I'm in central Italy:
I managed to catch up with my friend, who I have known for at least 45 years (if not more). We met when she was a patient in the hospital where I worked. She is English so we quickly became friends and have been ever since.
She picked me up in the car and took me to the market in a village called Fara Filiorum Petri (an impressive name):
A lot of the stalls had already packed up as we were late. I think this is the old city wall. Here's another photo (from the Internet):
Then we went to have a coffee in this place:
I don't know if those flags are always there or whether they were there because of the soccer championships.
And my coffee, a beautifully executed cappucino, will be my ticket to the T-Party:
Then we went to the village where my friend lives.
It's a very characteristic village with lots of stairs rather than streets as it is built on the side of a mountain.
We parked the car and then walked.
To get to her house we had to negotiate quite a few stairs.
She cooked me a delicious lunch and we had a wonderful day.
I’ve been staying at my son’s house. They have a lovely terrace. Here a photo with my son and grandson:
You can see I’m wearing my cardigan. It was cold that evening and we had some rain. Look at the threatening clouds:
They had organised a little ‘do’ on Saturday night and we needed some extra plates. My son and I walked over to the other house they have, to get some more plates. They call it the little house as it’s built in the city walls. Because it’s small, it’s easy to heat and they use it in winter.
Here is my son opening the door.
Now, Monday evening, I’m travelling again. I had to get the 5 a.m. train this morning! My son was on an early shift so he drove me to Pescara station:
My journey today was to the Ligurian coast, not far from the French border. There were four train changes in all and this was one of them:
It was in Piacenza. I had enough time to go to the bar opposite the station and have a well deserved glass of wine.
I am now in a hotel in Finale Ligure Marina. My room/balcony looks out over a castle/fortress and the other way is a sea view. Not bad…
Tomorrow I’m going to try to get through the south of France. For some reason my internet roaming doesn’t work in France. (My provider says it should, but it doesn’t) It means that I won’t be able to do
any comments. But I’ll do my best on Wednesday.
Happy T-Day all!
Lisca
