Leafing through a battered old book from the shelves at Positano, a handmade Christmas card from Christmases past came fluttering out. This card had travelled from Positano to Paris in the fifties when the village was in it’s hey days of glamour and glitterati, then made it’s way back to town in a borrowed French novel as a book mark.
It’s hand printed and I believe that the artist was Michele T. who grew up a few doors away from here. Different times they were, when the children still played noisily in front of the Church square hiding in the doorways in the narrow alley ways rather than sitting glued to their video games. Of German origin, he has long since moved back to the land of no espresso, and returns for the occasional nostalgic trip to town.
But the Christmas wish is still there, fifty years on and good wishes haven’t changed.
So for you all, my friends, I wish you the very best of Christmases and a Wonderful New Year. Thank you to all those who stopped to leave lovely comments and emails, and to all those who showed their support by visiting the blog through the year.