When I found this old image of an old small Cirtoën-bus it reminded me a story my grandma told me, several times, as I was a kid. It was in the difficult years after the second world war and most people where not well off, so travelling was a far away dream. But a day trip with the neighbours, once a year, was a whole adventure. Starting at seven in the morning and coming home after midnight. She told me about the waterfall they went to see, the lunch on a bench in a beautifull parc, how they visit an abbey and drunk the local beer and, to end a nice day, a dancing party in a well-kwown dance-hall. Image size: 260 x 360 mm
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Sharon De Vore 25 Aug 2018
SO REAL AND MASTERFUL, IVO.Marie josé LAURIER 25 Aug 2018
MERCI DE REVEILLER DES SOUVENIRS ET DE NOUS REMETTRE EN MEMOIRE TOUTES CES VOITURES DE NOS GRAND-PARENTS OU PARENTS SURTOUT CES VIEILLES C.V .TANT APPRECIEES ..Joanie Holliday 24 Aug 2018
WHAT A FANTASTIC STORY AND PAINTING. WONDERFUL MEMORIES. HOW I WISH MY GRANDPARENTS WOULD HAD TOLD ME THINGS LIKE THAT.