Summer travel means waiting in airports or to catch a ferry across the channel… or waiting in a busy train station. Plenty of time to write a quick postcard and send it home.
No, wait. Send a selfie back home on your phone with a quick text. Fast, fun, but will it end up in a box of memories?
Or deleted?
The memory lost…
Yes, times have changed. We still waiti n airports or train stations, but the fine art of writing a travel postcard someone will cherish are gone. That personal touch of scrawled handwriting… a quick moment in time captured forever, a tangible memory of a card sent from Paris with the distnictive handwriting we know so well…
Remember when you got a travel postcard from a faraway place? It was like magic
Imagine receiving a handwritten postcard from Paris in 1940. Intrigue, romance, and spies…
Paris is my #BoldDestinations for this summer’s celebration of places where we set our books like The Orphans of Berlin and the Kindertransport from Berlin to Paris.
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A story of two sisters caught up in the side of war few talk about…
A very special story that looks at sexual abuse during wartime… and how it affects two sisters in Paris.
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I discovered early on that I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve.
I discovered early on that I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve.
I discovered early on that I inherited the gift of the gab from my large Irish family when I penned a story about a princess who ran away to Paris with her pet turtle Lulu. I was twelve.
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