with love from St Malo, France (1985)

with love from St Malo

Hi Hilary, OK so you beat me to Xmas so I’m pipping you to the post at Easter. I’m staying with some friends in Brittany – a real break. The cuisine is delicious. I had some nasty exams before hols, the results I get when I return – urgh! Sorry I didn’t write sooner. Don’t eat too many Easter eggs. I’m off to see a bicycle race this p.m. lots of love Mandy x

Of course she’s seeing a bicycle race – it’s France!

A newsy update from St Malo which looks much the same today, although I’m pretty sure the colour of the sea has been enhanced; St Malo is on the other side of the English Channel (or La Manche) and I’ve never seen it that shade of blue!

Sadly, I cannot remember my connection with or how I knew Mandy, despite the fact that we were apparently in quite regular correspondence…

 

with love from Paris (1984)

With love from Paris 1984

OK, Hillary – made it to Paris ! Beauty, eh ? wish I had a chance to see you.  Please call if you get to L.A. John O  ******HUNTINGTON BEACH CA 92647 (714) *******

A classic shot of the Moulin Rouge – even for 1984 those cars look old! The view is still much the same, but the cars are more modern (and less colourful) and the building on the left has been painted.  The Moulin Rouge was established in 1889

The post mark reads ‘Paris 01 R. du Louvre 18.00 8-9-1984’

The stamp is 3 francs – the currency of France prior to the introduction of the Euro in January 2002

Like the card from Denmark this card is contains a postal address so that we would be able to stay in touch.

The comment ‘wish I had a chance to see you’ reflects the often held American view that Europe is all one country; London and Paris are a stone’s throw from each other and virtually inter-changeable!  Although London and Paris are very close physically, speak to a native of each and you will soon be clearly apprised of the distinct cultural and language differences between the cities!  Not to mention the English Channel (or La Manche) which separates the two countries.

John O was the friend of Chris – they shared a place together just outside Los Angeles. I first met Chris in 1981 as I travelled to Norway on a ferry from the UK; during the journey Chris and I played cards, he was older than me, and took me under his wing; it was a 24 hour journey and my first time away from home; we exchanged addresses – this being well before the era of mobile phones and the internet. When, in 1982, I visited America with the Canadian boyfriend I contacted Chris and we stayed at his and John’s home in California for a week. John had plans to visit Europe some day – which he did in 1984. I have not seen Chris or John since that week in 1982 and have lost touch with both of them.