Proust had his madeleines, and I have overstuffed rucksacks. I can't see one on the bus or the train without immediately being transported back to the chapter of my life dominated by Scotland, youth hostels, traditional music... and American Express Traveller's Cheques. I didn't carry along a stuffed toy as a mascot, though. My own constant companion and security blanket was a bottle of garlic powder ;)
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