I don’t know about you, but I have a bit of a fascination with lost things. Oh, I don’t mean my lost things – those are just irritating, and there are far too many of them. I mean other people’s lost things.
Take a look, as you walk or drive somewhere. Maybe there’ll be a glove on a railing, or a woolly hat on the floor. Maybe you’ll see a shoe, a biro … maybe even a book. You might remember this post from 2011 if you’ve been reading The Depp Effect for that long -
But from time to time – if you keep your eyes open – you might see something even stranger.
I’ve been taking pictures of lost things for quite a long time now. Usually it’s hats, gloves, shoes, etc. The odd jacket or jumper or BMX helmet. More intriguingly, these pieces of underwear were on a narrow roof on the second floor of a hotel in Perugia, and you can’t help wondering on how they got there, can you?
I love the lost things which seem to have a story to tell. We will never know the truth, of course, but we can speculate, and maybe have a little giggle. Some of them do concern me a little – did that child get into trouble at home for losing his bike helmet, for instance? And I’ve found two or three credit cards. I found one of them outside a large supermarket and I handed it in to customer service, only to think later that maybe I shouldn’t have done so, because there is no guarantee that customer service staff are honest, after all. Now I would take them to the bank that issued them, which seems much safer.
And just occasionally I come across a real gem. Like this one:
The very upmarket Excelsior Palace Hotel in Rapallo, on the Portofino coast of Italy, has a very grand entrance with a sweeping drive up to the porticoed front door. There is a small car park, and there are the usual flower beds and tubs and formal gardens, and we were waiting there one day for our friends Paola and Umberto to collect us when I noticed a narrow service path leading round to the side of the main doors. I caught a glimmer of metal and there it was.
Naturally I had to sneak down that path and take a look .. .and several photographs. I have to wonder if the winner of that trophy is still wondering where he (or she) left it! Secondly, why the dog bowl? And lastly, how come it has not been moved? Clearly it’s been out in the weather for some time now.
But this next one, also at the Exclesior, may just take the biscuit.
I suppose it’s not officially ‘lost’ as such, since everyone knows exactly where it is, but it’s been there now for several years. Apparently, it was abandoned there when all hell broke loose over Libya, because, you see, it belonged to Colonel Gaddafi’s son who was staying in the Escelsior at the time. Unfortunately for the Excelsior, he apparently left without paying his bill, but they can’t sell the car to recover the costs because it has been sequestered. I presume it belongs to the diplomatic service of Libya.
However, the intrigued-ness* doesn’t stop there. When I looked up ‘Gaddafi’s son’s car’ on Google, I found this item. This states quite categorically that the car has been removed from the Excelsior Palace Hotel and impounded in Genoa … and yet, here it still appears to be!
So, what’s going on here, then? Did they impound it and then put it back?
* No, this is not a real word. So sue me.