"As Harold walked, he began to remember a time when he had visited Chinatown in London with Maureen. It had been a world of vibrant colors, exotic scents, and the constant hum of activity. Now, as he made his way through the bustling streets, he felt a pang of nostalgia for those carefree days."
Rachel Joyce, "The Unlikely Pilgrimage of Harold Fry"
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