Its funny how you forget things, especially when you get to my advancing years, but a single photo can unleash a torrent of memories.
I have a week of tourism planned in April, with the destination as yet undecided. A rummage through the world wide winifred led me to a popular website where holidays are available just before you want to leave.
On the top of the page was this photo:
The Spanish Steps. in my favourite city, but also one of my favourite memories. A surprise meeting (for my girlfriend) with my daughter, drinking a few cold ones, walking through the back streets of Rome, a great meal then moving to sit on the aformentioned stairway, before being moved to the side by a brass band, in uniform, playing an excellent rendition of Puccini’s Nessun Dorma.
A few hours I’ll never ever forget.