I did not grow up with a strong attachment to the culture of the Old World. Except when it came to books. When I was studying French and German as a kid, the teachers would use Babar, Tintin and the Schtroumpfs (aka Smurfs) to engage us with learning new words.
I liked them for the pictures!
Here’s a pin I found at Thrift Town on the weekend. It’s Babar’s nephew Julian playing the cello. And here’s the original illustration.
The older I get, the more I catch myself regressing into childhood nostalgia. It is weirdly comforting but it shouldn’t be.