I found this piano abandonded in a parking lot in Montreal outside a circus school. I can't imagine why anyone would abandon such a beautiful instrument. Despite it's condition, it still played, albeit a little out of tune. There was something romantic in its voice - it was like a raspy tenor who smoked too many cigarettes and drank a few too many martinis. I reminded me of a washed up Cassanova who had seen happier days. If it wore clothes, they would be an outdated, but still stylish suit, with worn elbows; a silk tie that was a little too wide and perhaps stretched with wear; the pants were baggy; the shoes scuffed; the hat dusty.
Too often we judge the book by the cover. Our "Cassanova" has stories to tell. Love stories. Happy stories of days gone by. Stories that should not be forgotten.
In honor of those love stories that should be retold, I am including one free copy of this postcard with each order through my
etsy shop or my
ecrater shop.
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