This week postcard is a picture I found from 1949 on the internet, I hand tinted it with Prisma colour pencils.
A bit of a cop out using a photo from the net but I have not had a good week with my arthritic hands so this was better than not doing one at all.
Now continuing the story
When
Gil had finished the family portrait for the wealthy people he met in Brazil,
he left China a very wealthy man! He wanted to get back to Europe and decided
to stay in a small town called Dijon near Paris. He rented a couple of rooms
over a lovely little café where he was woken up each morning to the smell of
croissants and hot chocolate, which he treated himself to frequently!
The
café also sold small gifts and postcards, there was one of the café so he
brought one and sat to write to Lavinia.
Dear
Lavinia,
I am now in Dijon, a
small town just outside Paris France! Not far from your lovely London! The
picture on the front is the café below where I am staying. There is a small
balcony where I can sit, draw and watch the world go by! Across the road you
can see the small art gallery where I have some of my paintings for sale!
I
missed you not sending me a reply. I hope you are well and I have not offended
you or your family somehow!
Gil
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He
added his present address in hope she would reply.
It
was just a short walk to the post box before he set off to display his artwork
in the small gallery over the road from his rooms.
He really hoped he had not upset Lavinia, he would be
unhappy if they could not carry on writing to each other.
Another postcard arrived from Gil. Lavinia read and reread the words over and over, she had upset Gil by not replying to his last postcard.
She felt guilty for hurting him and guilty towards her husbands memory. She thought of her husband, they had been so happy together, would he want her to be happy? Yes of course he would! Would he mind so much if she just wrote to someone who she found intriguing? No he wouldn’t mind. She pondered what to do over a pot of tea and decided to write a note to Gil.
Dear Mr Brockman,
I am sorry for not replying to your last postcard. I feel somewhat guilty in finding pleasure in receiving and reading your postcards, I am sure I will get over it! I am also envious of all the beautiful places you are travelling to.
Please do not stop sending them though!
Lavinia Loveday.
She put the note in an envelope and addressed it, when she went out for a walk later she would post it she thought with a smile on her lips.
That night she had a restless night, she dreamed of her late husband. He was trying to tell her something, Lavinia woke up in a terrible state. She tried to remember the dream but she could only see Anthony’s face smiling then frowning at her.
Had she done the right thing in sending Gil the note?
It was too late now it was already on it’s way!
Thank you for all the kind comments last week!
If you want to read more postcards or find out more about Darcy's Postcard Challenge go over to
Darcy's blog!
