Fondest Memories
Traveling over the years I am often reminded of all those favorite clothes that went missing. There was the white cashmere cardigan that went out with the towels in a Dusseldorf hotel and was found only to get lost again in the post. A great khaki shirt dress with a plaited leather belt that got left in a hotel in Galway never to be seen again. The Great Italian linen shirt that I hung behind a door in a Hotel on lake Garda and which I have never been able to replace. It was one of those great pieces that you could throw over a bathing costume, add a belt, some jewellery and you were good to go up to the balcony restaurant for a long lunch over -looking the lake… Or what about all those expensive sunglasses, too numerous to mention or the even more expensive French leather flip flops, the list goes on an on… One piece of advise, white clothes go missing in hotels quicker than you can run a bath. They just get swept up with the towels and end up in that great pile of lost loved clothes in the same place as all the odd socks in the world…….
