Stolen postcard

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    It was fun writing postcards two years ago in Italy. Every postcard had been personalized: for grandmother Mémé, for auntie Raymonde and uncle Didi, for godfather Jean-Pierre and godmother Katja. At the end, every postcard was a little piece of art that wanted to be stored for eternity before going on the big […]

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  Having breakfast in pans   Being a good friend to children means doing things you never wished to do. One thing was camping at 50+. Financial reasons brought us three to the camping site in Italy for two weeks. While all our friends of the past years were living comfortably in their apartments on […]