"Ahhhh, so pretty!" it says (in me) while I'm standing in my favourite leather shop in Montepulciano, holding a little orange handbag. "But where will I put my camera?" (it says in me - common internal dialogue). I turn my head (looking for someone to come up with a solution to these difficult questions)… And there they stand – sensible, spacious and slightly male – a whole row of black and brown leather rucksacks. A backpack? Really??? Aren’t they like ugly? Too 80s? Too… and anyway, totally outdated already? Still, no miraculous answers to all my questions, which is probably the reason why I (thinking: 'for once in my life I’ll make an informed, sensible choice') buy the backpack (just to get on everyone’s nerves with a constant 'Oh-why-didn’t-I-buy-the-pretty-handbag?' moaning ritual afterwards).
BUT after having schlepped my camera and lenses through London today (trying to take as much visual proof as possible of the fact that I did not let the weather report distract me from going to Susie Bubble’s and friends yard sale and I did not suffer from SSS (stiff shoulder syndrome) afterwards – I think it was a good buy.
backpack: maledetti toscani