I was talking to a friend of mine who is on her way to Hawaii for a month about souvenirs. She was saying that she doesn't buy souvenirs on her holidays as she thinks they're worthless.
The souvenirs that I value and make me remember my trip fondly are items that are picked up in mostly non-touristy places. I have some goat bells from that first trip to Rhodes that I love much more than the plastic Colossus of Rhodes thing that I bought on a busy tourist-filled street in the Old Town in Rhodes. I picked up the goat bells in a small shop on the other side of the island. It looked to be an agricultural supply/general store sort of place off the busy main roads. The prices for the bells (back when it was Drachma) was written on the bells in permanent felt tip pen. I have three of the copper bells in two different sizes and I love them. It makes me think of stopping on the side of the road and seeing fields full of goats. Not all the goats had bells on them, but many did. We watched the goats for ages. We could see past these hillside fields to the sea that was not so far away and listened to the sound of the bells. I never wanted to forget that moment and I asked The Man of the Place where we could buy goat bells . . .
When we found the shop that sold farm supplies. Because I speak very little Greek, I had to go in (and this part had my husband and young son doubled over with laughter) and mime goat bells to the big man behind the counter. All those years of playing charades came in handy as he figured out pretty quickly what I wanted. We came away with three copper goat bells. I paid for them in drachma and my dignity.
This old postcard was purchased in Brittany. It is of two young children in regional Breton costume. I found the old photo charming. Later on in the day, in a stall selling second hand (brocante) in the market I found a battered old picture frame . . . . I put the old postcard in the frame and bingo! I had a delightful souvenir of the family's first trip to France.