One of the fun things about traveling is coming home with a pocket full of memories. The person that you went with, or met there, shares a remembered place or event. It is even more fun when you are talking with someone at home and they have been where you have gone, and you can remember together something that you both experienced separately. You suddenly have something wonderful in common.
"Rouen? Yes, we were there. I loved the old plaster of Paris homes in the central city."
"Me too. Did you happen to see the one with all the red flowers?"
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