There is this little shop along High Holborn that sells, among other assorted items, packaged ham-cheese croissants. A bit like the ones they sell in the Old Main Market at PLU these days. And if you've had those, you know they're nothing to write home about. Like the other convenience stores a

I have no particularly fond memories of this rather nondescript shop. But tonight it's on my mind, and I find myself wanting to wander through Holborn, or hop a bus across the Waterloo Bridge, to listen to all the street musicians as I munch on my shrink-wrapped croissant sandwich.
I keep telling people that "I just got back." But I've been back in the States for over six months now! And still the images are so fresh in my mind, so clear, as if I really am just seeing them for the first time. So I suppose tonight I'm giving thanks for these vivid memories, for the fact that I don't have to forget just yet. And for the chance that I got to memorize the pathways and bridges of another city at all.

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