|The Golden Gate, San Francisco|
|The Louis Vuitton building under renovation in Paris in May 2005|
|Notre Dame de Paris|
Unless otherwise stated, photos from Portoferraio, Island of Elba, Tuscan Archipelago:
|Albergo l'Ape Elbana|
|Porto Azurro, Elba|
|Villa dei Mulini, Napoleon's residence in Portoferraio|
I spent the rest of the day at my desk, which is not that uncommon. After all, what did I do all last winter but sit at my laptop (and knit a dozen pairs of socks). First, I hunted down all the USB memory sticks I might have used during recent years when transferring files from one place to another. By chance, photos of several family gatherings were still stored on those. This was because a couple of years ago I took some files to my sister whose computer had totally crashed.
Photos from Trastevere, Rome:
Then I checked the CDs. The most important of the oldest files – those of our wedding at home and honeymoon in Paris, a special holiday for nearly 20 of my closest ones in Tuscany when I turned 50 and his two-week trip to the USA with his son, all from seven years ago – were there, together with a few other folders of our oldest digital photos.
Photos from Tuscany:
|View away from San Gimignano|
Photos from Florence, Tuscany:
|Florentine coats of arms on the exterior of the Palazzo Vecchio|
Photos from Siena, Tuscany:
As for the fourth one, I certainly hope my sister’s computer crashed earlier than we travelled together to Croatia a couple of years ago. If not, it is such a beautiful country full of great scenery and picturesque historical towns and villages – oh, I miss Trogir with the cutest little bell tower I ever saw – we’ll just have to make our next trip there a bit sooner to refresh the memories.
Photos from Pitigliano, Tuscany:
And what is the lesson of this narrow escape? As reluctant as I am to admit this, it must be that sometimes good enough would do. Surely, messed up files stored somewhere are far better than a perfect filing system in your head only. But most of all: never ever put all your eggs in one basket, not for a moment! Otherwise you might end up against a wall, a dead end with no way out or across. We very nearly did.