Postcards from Nepal

 

Always liked postcards… well, I know nobody sends them these days, but they’re still good to get.

In the 1980s we used to receive these from a friend who was working as an architect in Nepal.  I stuck them in my album and here they are.  The women on these cards always had cigarettes in their hands and from what I remember the sight of them dropping through our letterbox used to traumatise our kids.  I think they believed the women themselves had sent them and would soon be knocking on the door asking for a light or wanting to buy a cigarette off us.