I hadn’t thought about “Kiss and Darling” in a long time. They were full color, Italian, photo novellas with young people posed perfectly in ordinary European situations along with thought bubbles or conversation that dealt mostly with romance. Nothing steamy, just dreamy. They sold them everywhere in the eighties. We used to pick them up at Bertha’s on East Main and sometimes we’d by the Spanish versions at World Wide News.
I keep flashing on them as we walk the streets of Sevilla. We’re lost most of the time but it doesn’t matter. Every street we turn on is full of people strolling, shopping or window shopping, eating and just plain living their lives out on the street. It’s like a Fellini movie and I love it.
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