Right. So if you didn’t think I was bonkers already, I’m pretty sure you’ll be convinced now.
When my order arrived from Leonore at The Swagman’s Daughter, I asked her to include some of her vintage French postcards. They’ve been the most wonderful isolation distraction! Most of them are over 100 years old with the quirkiest images…
I’ll be posting more of these over the coming weeks, but I wanted to share this one with you today…
Lovely Anne, who is both French and an amazing sourdough baker, translated the message for me – here’s what she wrote…
“Camille, the young man writing to Mademoiselle has indeed made a few spelling and grammatical mistakes! Maybe through emotion 😂 : he is soooo delighted to have received a card from Mademoiselle and wishes so much he could see her in person for a second time so they could talk rather than write (I can see why – spelling mistakes!). I think they met at a wedding. He says that he saw the newlywed again and that he’s waiting for her to reply now! He also says that they could pretend to bump into each other next Sunday when he’s allowed to go out and see the newlywed. That’s so delightful!!! Isn’t it lovely that we’re thinking about strangers from 1912 , hoping their budding romance took off, and thinking about their lives?”
I couldn’t agree more! I hope it all worked out well for Camille and Mademoiselle. One mystery though – how did the postcard get there? There’s a stamp on the front, but no address on the back. Did you just go to the post office in France in 1912, tell them who you wanted the card to go to and a postman simply walked it to their front door? If you have any ideas on that, I’d love to hear them! ♥