Wednesday, 28 December 2016
A different Peto
This picture was on a box of handkerchiefs that my sister or I were given for Christmas over fifty years ago. Yes, for some reason my lovely Mum kept the box.
Did she know something?
Was it an omen?
I love these illustrations and I love having discovered the other Petos in my life.
There is the Peto at Norwich Railway Station whose bust I walked under everyday when I travelled to and from college in the 1970s and the Peto in Budapest whose bust I passed by everyday in the 1980/90s and this one on my hankies in the 1960s.