I find my self this summer yet again working at a local tourist information office. You meet the strangest people in this business. Just today an old man came up to me and showed me a magasine of a steaming, young woman in her bikinies jumping off a cliff.

He says to me ponting at the picture: "This girl here, this isn't you , is it?"
"No, it is not", I tell him laughing politely.
He looks at the picture for some time clearly thinking hard. Then he speaks out again.
"But you wish you were, don't you!" He laughs.
I looked at him for a while.
"Yes, indeed I do", I only had to confess. She was on a vacation to the Canary islands for heavens sake.




History fashion club: 18th century club:

Aaaand a new adition to this little club gallery: