odd pear

I found a roll of film, undeveloped and expectant, tucked away in a box. I was sure it was a forgotten piece of my long-ago trip to Italy.
Nope.
Turns out, I have no idea where this was shot, when, or by whom.
I'm pretending, though, that it's a once-upon-a-time summer camp. Which, in my current frazzle-y state, sounds even better than Europe.