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Yesterday I remembered a wet cobbled street I only visited once. Amsterdam, 45 years ago.

I saw at once the restaurants lining each side.

Lights. Smells. Menus. Cobbles. Walking. Choosing.

This startling (and for me unusual) synesthesia occurred in an instant. Opening a can of lentil and bacon soup, some tiny thing about how it smelt triggered these sudden recollections. I wasn't prepared for it at all.