'The one holiday task I always do that apparently no one does anymore'
I could have been strolling the streets of Paris, baguette in hand, taking in the morning hustle and bustle of the locals passing by.
Instead, I was stood in line at the post office on the hunt for a stamp - which turned out to be surprisingly hard to find!
You see, I had purchased a postcard during my travels and was trying to send it to a family member. But apparently "no one does this anymore"?
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Standing in line in a post office in Paris to send a post card. Nine/Supplied
I came to this realisation for a few reasons.
The postcard was first acquired at a stunning art gallery called Fondation Maeght in Saint-Paul-de-Vence (just outside Nice).
My aunt, who lives overseas, is an art lover and I thought she would appreciate this moment of me being incredibly cultured.
When I shared the purchase with my travelling companions I was met with a surprising response.
"That's nice. I didn't think people sent postcards anymore," one said.
"Really?" was my response.
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The original of said post card at the Fondation Maeght in Saint-Paul-de-Vence. Nine/Supplied
An avid traveller herself, my aunt is a little 'stuck' in her old-school ways, but as a result she regularly sends us postcards from her various getaways.
As such, if I think to return the favour I figure, why not? But it turned into more of an ordeal than expected.
We quickly moved on from Nice to Paris, and here I turned my attention to finding a stamp - which, in a city this big, I didn't think would be an issue.
But the hotel had none, and you couldn't buy them in a supermarket or convenience store. I was told some tobacconists might have them.
Otherwise, a post office was the only other option.
It was much harder to send a postcard than I thought. Getty
So here we are back in line at the post office in Paris. I was lucky there was one within walking distance of my hotel.
Thinking that would be the end of it I was almost amused to find that after whipping out some high school French, there were in fact, no stamps.
Whether he didn't understand what I actually wanted I won't know. But either way, I was left traipsing around Paris some more in search of another post office to try my luck again.
At this rate I thought the postcard was coming back to Australia with me. In the end though, I found a post office, and a stamp, and was able to finally hand over the mail.
Given the effort required, maybe I can see why no one does it anymore.
