Many years ago, while leafing through a box of old photographs belonging to my Great-grandmother – a woman of uncommon grace, insatiable curiosity, and a passport filled with stories – I came upon a small yet extraordinary treasure. There were portraits mounted on thick cardboard, those dignified cabinet cards once favoured by Europe’s well-heeled classes. And then, scattered among them, a collection of postcards – silent witnesses to places she had once known, moments she had once cherished.
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