I have a love hate relationship with souvenirs. I always, but always, think they’re a good idea at the time. They always, but always, cost an arm and a leg. Are they worth it? is the question of the day/week/life.
I’ve found a few divine things in my time, but I love this “London in a Bag” from Muji. It actually reminds me of forcing asking my Mum to play building blocks with me as a chillun. I think I was enchanted to see my Mum, who was “A Grown Up” play with children’s things. Like the way it shocked me when I saw her cry for the first time. I actually thought Grown Ups didn’t cry. But that’s by the by.
The point of the matter is I love this and I want to buy it for theargumentofmineownscorn, who just happens to be my sister.