Wall Box - Wall Boxes Around The World

Wall Boxes Around The World

The wall box has proved to be a very resilient design. It has been widely adopted by French postal authorities with a succession of finely detailed and often ornate boxes in France and its dependent territories.

  • 1985 pattern large wall box at Les Mesnils Garnier, Normandy

  • 1944 Pattern wall box inside Le Mont St. Michel, Brittany

  • 1930 sheet steel box at L'AbbĂ©e de La Lucerne, near Granville, Normandy

  • French wall box of the 1977 pattern now on display at the Colne Valley Postal History Museum, Essex.

  • French Aerial Post box from the 1930s, now in a UK private collection.

  • French Post Box at Dinard airport

  • The standard post box of the former Soviet Union

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