19 September 2009

Postcards from my mom

(Not to be confused with Postcards From Yo Momma.)

From her 1967 trip. Note the first line: It's real! It looks like Venice is supposed to look.

Or, as some jaded American students I met last night put it, "This city is like that Disney place, with the pavilions for the different countries."


"Yeah, Epcot. It's like Epcot."


  1. See, writing postcards pays off. It just might just take 40 years. Pizza Ciro is about 4 blocks from the bottom of the Spanish Steps.

  2. I see from her postcard that your mother was also dangerously addicted to pastries. You should all seek counseling.


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