Trips are taken. Those at home are remembered fondly.
Postcards fall from mailboxes into eager hands.
The message is savored. The postage must be examined before the card is placed on display. Eventually, it is carefully tucked away with other mementos.
One day both will be treasured by a collector of such things.
The first card was mailed from Paris to Florence in March or May of 1907. It reads:
"Here I am once again in gay Paris. Wish you were with me. I arrived this morning for a few days. It is simply perfect here and everybody seems intent on enjoying themselves. Write me soon and tell me all your news. Yours (affectionately?) Mau(d?)"
It is addressed to 10 Via Garibaldi Florence Italy
The second card was sent to my daughter recently from a friend who was in Paris for her first time.
Years may go by. Styles may change. But friendship remains the same.