Postcards are more than a dying form of snail mail. The Smalls always receive one (each) from journeying grandparents but I doubt many of us will agonise over those 50 or so words and lick that stamp this summer. Typically an email with a picture attached or a text saying that we’ve arrived safely is the only form of correspondence sent home.
But there IS an art to postcard writing. I used to love choosing an image less predictable (than the Eiffel Tower) before filling the limited space with a quirkier message than ‘weather’s here, wish you were fine!’
Here are some new-age postcards from our 36 hours in Athens. And this is what I would have written if I’d bought and sent one:
‘This city is intense on every level: the heat, ancient ruins and vibrant layers of graffiti covering so many of the city walls. Steeped in history and godliness, we’re covering as much ground as possible during our limited time here, mostly fuelled by cool treats and delicious food. Our Greek adventure has certainly begun…’
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