Memories...

Producing souvenirs is a major industry worldwide, and we are all prone to looking down our noses at our local "tourist tat". I wouldn't think of buying any of the tartan purses, fluffy Loch Ness monsters or kilted teddies so beloved by tourists at Glasgow airport. But I love acquiring "tasteful" souvenirs of my own adventures abroad...
The magic of a souvenir is the memories it brings back. Without that associated memory, most souvenirs are of little value. Often a distinctive stone or a pretty seashell picked off the beach can mean as much as an expensive shop bought item.
I bought this wood carving in a little craft market in South America some years ago. Focussing on it for the purpose of finding a Blip, took me back to that shady little garden in Margarita with its various stalls and the charismatic wood carver... Jesús... who sold it to me...