The old window

I love the wall and the two old windows on our downstairs terrace. I think they must be at least 100 years old. In the morning I did a lot of sorting out of things that I brought over from the UK. I brought a lot of clock repair tools in case I need them to repair my own clocks and because I could not bring myself to dispose of them. I do not have everything from the workshop but I have enough to manage an occasional repair if necessary. As luck would have it, I received a phone call this morning from a friend who is our local electrician. He is Dutch and his grandmother’s clock which is of great sentimental value to him has stopped. I said I would try to repair it if I can with my limited resources here. He and our American bellringer are soon to get married so it will be my wedding present to them.