Nonno -- my father's father -- was born in the U.S., but when he retired, he moved to Italy to live in the house that was owned by his family in Sequals. Sequals is a small town about two hours north of Venice, right at the foot of the Dolomites. It's a lovely little place, and after he retired, we went out to visit him a few times.
One of those occasions was April 1984, which was when I turned 15. On that trip, besides several days in Sequals, we also spent three days in Paris, one day in Chartres, and two days in Venice, the latter occurring on my 15th birthday (which is why my 15th is in the top five of Bestest Birthdays Ever).
This picture was taken on that trip:
L.-r.: girasole, Nonno's cousin Domenica, me, bronxbob350 (The Dad), and Nonno
Nonno died when I was in college. I still miss him. *sigh*