January 10th 2016

At the top of the escalators, he sidestepped rushing shoppers, carrying their crop of bargains from the January sale.

Taking in the building site that is Tottenham Court Road, he wondered how much of the old quarter will still be intact, once the big trucks and men in yellow hard hats are done with the place.

“Will the little side street of music instrument shops survive?”

The answer seemed to present itself in the row of shops between the large supermarket and the cinema. Gone were the old electronics shops where many a time he had admired the gleaming new camera introduced by one manufacturer or another. In their place, were brand new restaurants and furniture stores.

“At least the place where I bought that bit of my professional kit is still there,” he thought in solace.

On the way back to the station, he noticed the value clothing store that was now in place of the huge music and videos shop that straddled both Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street.

He knew that no matter how much budget clothing he buys over the years, he would never spend as much time at this place as he used to spend at the same space when it was a temple for audiovisual enthusiasts.

Perhaps it wasn’t the change in the city that he was feeling, but the passing of the years in his own life.

Peace and love,

Ja’far

At the top of the escalators, he sidestepped rushing shoppers, carrying their crop of bargains from the January sale.
Taking in the building site that is Tottenham Court Road, he wondered how much of the old quarter will still be intact, once the big trucks and men in yellow hard hats are done with the place.
“Will the little side street of music instrument shops survive?”
The answer seemed to present itself in the row of shops between the large supermarket and the cinema. Gone were the old electronics shops where many a time he had admired the gleaming new camera introduced by one manufacturer or another. In their place, were brand new restaurants and furniture stores.
“At least the place where I bought that bit of my professional kit is still there,” he thought in solace.
On the way back to the station, he noticed the value clothing store that was now in place of the huge music and videos shop that straddled both Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street.
He knew that no matter how much budget clothing he buys over the years, he would never spend as much time at this place as he used to spend at the same space when it was a temple for audiovisual enthusiasts.
Perhaps it wasn’t the change in the city that he was feeling, but the passing of the years in his own life.
Peace and love,
Ja’farAt the top of the escalators, he sidestepped rushing shoppers, carrying their crop of bargains from the January sale.
Taking in the building site that is Tottenham Court Road, he wondered how much of the old quarter will still be intact, once the big trucks and men in yellow hard hats are done with the place.
“Will the little side street of music instrument shops survive?”
The answer seemed to present itself in the row of shops between the large supermarket and the cinema. Gone were the old electronics shops where many a time he had admired the gleaming new camera introduced by one manufacturer or another. In their place, were brand new restaurants and furniture stores.
“At least the place where I bought that bit of my professional kit is still there,” he thought in solace.
On the way back to the station, he noticed the value clothing store that was now in place of the huge music and videos shop that straddled both Tottenham Court Road and Oxford Street.
He knew that no matter how much budget clothing he buys over the years, he would never spend as much time at this place as he used to spend at the same space when it was a temple for audiovisual enthusiasts.
Perhaps it wasn’t the change in the city that he was feeling, but the passing of the years in his own life.
Peace and love,
Ja’far

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