McGraw Hall and Libe Slope (New York)

I’ve written before how much I love later-cards — postcards that were purchased with an intention to send them but which were lost of forgotten for some time. I believe it was a postcard from this sender, the inimitable Mejdulene, that first sparked my love of later-cards. Here is another one, found early during her stay at Cornell but now that the end of the visiting gig is in sight, dropped in the mail. It’s like a fine wine or cheese - aged to perfection and the perfect expression of its time.