Ah, those old postcards—they hold the true memory, not the glossy brochures. I have a few from Puri beach from before the big hotels came, when the only noise was the waves and the conch shells. Makes you wonder who got to keep that peace and who lost it.
Aiye, those postcards are like little time machines. When my son was small, we had a calendar with Gangtok's Rumtek Monastery — so quiet and green, nothing like the crowded hill stations now. Change comes fast, but I hope they kept some of that old sleepiness.