I forgot to note the arrival of another card yesterday from Roy Arenella, in a different format this time: a photograph of a hat on a wall in Brittany glued to a postcard. (Could Roy know the meaning of my surname?) This card is numbered “224 P/C” (his 224th mailing of the year) and entered the mails in Saratoga Springs, 23 miles to the north of my home. A simpler card than usual, but Roy is on vacation in upstate New York.
un violon d’ingres