Reverie
I expect everyone has happened sometime or other to get lost in a reverie sparkled by an external factor, but when more than one element combine, as if by wicked coincidence, to stir up long forgotten memories, one lays completely under the spell of a daydream. I was recently caught in one of these situations and the memory evoked was not just a fond one, but also conjured up by a funny set of circumstances in an unlikely place, which made the recollection particularly enjoyable to indulge in.
I was staying at a quaint fishermen's village on the Atlantic coast of Senegal. One morning I was munching a baked bean sandwich sipping ginger-spiced coffee, a typical Senegalese breakfast, sitting on a bench in the sand next to the seller's ramshackle kiosk.