Scratching around

Once again, looking at my flat and the bits and pieces that make it mine, and wondering if they have a place in any new home.

These are old postcards I bought on a short trip to Paris a good while ago. I like them as they are used, and you can read small snippets about people long gone.

Previously, many postcards only bore the recipient's address, and any message was brief, or on the picture side.

I think these do have future wall space ahead of them...