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This afternoon, by pure chance, I returned to the paths of my childhood.
During an early afternoon walk in the valley where I live, I ventured on what used to be a road, now a path between falling trees, thorns and mud
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I was wearing a French town hat from the thirties, certainly not in line with the situation
View attachment 275458 "A. Meer" without any other indication. Felt is made of a mixture of wool and fur. Arrived new some years ago.
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Luck would have it that I met a childhood friend of mine intent on clearing an uncultivated land owned by the family. It must have been fifty years since I entered that property which is leaning against the hill and has, inside, a tuff quarry, used by my friend's father as a donkey farm.
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The last ones donkeys here in the valley up to twenty years ago
View attachment 275461 The sun was almost hot and the trees had yellow and red leaves on the paths when I was a child
Have a nice day!
How fortuitous. Sounds like a wonderful day.