We're in London catching up with Aunty Mary Lou and cousins Annabel and Sambo Jo. We've kidnapped Annabel for a trip to Covent Garden but on the way there from Charing Cross, we pass an intriguing shop. I've walked these streets, up and down and round and round (it was only years later we found out that my Mum is not a map reader) as a kid with my siblings Marc and Mary and London for us as kids was a wonderland - full of intrigue. So we stopped into that intriguing shop with the next generation (privileged children of map readers with Smartphones) and you might not be surprised to hear that Annabel and Indigo loved it, and were full of questions about all the coins and stamps, full of stories. Here they are at the desk waiting to put those questions to an expert... who possibly wasn't eating enough fibre as he never returned.
So my questions are:
Does the human spirit never age or is a grownup intuition of what kids will like just a good memory of ones own childhood?
Or do certain things - like old coins and stamps - remain intriguing throughout life?
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