Thursday, June 4, 2015
The Photographer's Foot
I'm not even going to try on the translation. Hell I can't even make out the handwriting.
I've written about this before in other posts but hey why not repeat myself. I'd love to take an ocean voyage and that's a problem. The age of trans Atlantic passenger service is pretty much over. At least the type I'm interested in. Had I been born about 50 years earlier, I could have booked passage on a nice ship meant to get from point A to point B. Cabins, shuffle board, and the Captain's table. Now, it's cruise lines that are this weird hybrid of Las Vegas and floating shopping mall. The actual Vegas bores me, and my idea of shopping is making a list, buying what I need, and getting out of there as soon as possible. On a cruise ship, I'm kinda stuck.
I'm thinking the twenties or thirties.