Right now I’m in transit between Australia and Thailand and as much as I hate flying I do love the experience of exploring new places — like today’s walks around the historical area of Kuala Lumpur, the national mosque, and seeing for the first time truly appropriate signage on those pull-push doors. For about the first time I can remember I had no trepidation over the embarrassment of getting the two mixed up as I approached.
Around this time last year I was in the UK and one place I could not pass up was Liverpool. I was 50+ years too late, though, so the stars were fossilized in bronze…
THE Street to see … Mathew Street
With more statued memories
And the real thing re-built:
Still crowded but so sad — so many old people there….
Back out on Mathew Street — opposite the Cavern Club is now the Cavern Pub and Wall of Fame:
And many other places with names like Lennon’s Bar, Rubber Soul, …..
If I had put off my trip to this year I would have had two chances of seeing an aged version of a quarter of the real thing
Finding a city where I am protected from the pull-push door embarrassment is a poor consolation.
And so we age.
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