In an age of cheap air travel, package holidays, and reality tourism, the art of the hotel label has all but gone.
Once, whether it was a sea journey or motor holiday, you could expect to collect a shed load of labels, which if you so desired could be stuck on your luggage announcing to the world where you had gone and which posh place you had spent a brace of nights.
Dad had loads, but as a Continental coach driver for almost 40 years, that was just as it was.
He however never put them on his suitcases preferring to keep them safe, as a reminder of where he had travelled.
I inherited them and they have appeared on the bog.
And now, courtesy of Ann Scott I have a lot more.
They will appear over the next few weeks accompanied by the story of the hotel from which they came.
At this point in time I have no idea if any of the hotels are still there, whether they have retained their name, and to what degree they still resemble the one Ann Visited.
And that is it ………… history through luggage labels, not perhaps the most zippy title but it does the biz.
Location, Brindisi, Milan and Naples
Pictures; the three from Italy, circa 1960s, from the collection of Ann Scott
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