In Umbria €3, after a little accidental haggling, gets you a Nurse/Nun's vintage Red Cross ID card at the local flee-sized flee market that you accidentally pass on your way to buy your hungry family breakfast. Printed interestingness aside, the photo adds a whole other dimension to the ephemeric provocation: Who was this Nun/Nurse/Nurse-Nun? I don't know. But I do know my family is hungry so I'd better get a move on before they twig I'm taking too long.
I wonder how difficult it would be to find something out about the nun? If the church / convent still exists there's a fair chance it'll have an online presence (the last monk I chatted to, yes I do chat to monks occasionally, was telling me how much he liked Twitter. It'd be fascinating to find out who the lady in the habit was.
Posted by: Thisnorthernboy | 06 August 2015 at 05:39 PM