Greenwich Market met my expectation as the place to find artistic gifts and to try all kinds of food from all over the world. I even found a stall with pierogies, but because they were catered to the international palate and therefore contained all kinds of unusual fillings, I did not try them. I like my pierogies simple, with potatoes and cottage cheese. The way we make them in Poland and not some kind of super fancy version.
I was not really looking for any gifts. I poked around a few places, but except for a scarf that I liked but did not buy, there was nothing I would have to take home.
I come to regard my travels as a gift in itself. What I see and feel in a new place becomes my souvenir. My sister taught me that and the wisdom of it grows on me. I am not feeling pressured to buy that one something that will remind me of this particular trip. Instead, I have memories, and the more I share them, the more they become a part of me. Sometimes, I even do not take photographs. I simply am in a place and try to see, hear, and taste its diversity.
Sonia en Route 
Indeed. Photos are the best souvenirs that we can get from any place. But they are not just the pictures of the real world but also a huge boxes of all the feelings, tastes, impressions and memories that we experienced in these places, Is such a context, photography is a kind of magic.
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Yes, I agree. That way we not only take something for ourselves from each place, but we leave a little bit of ourselves there and so after time the whole world becomes a sort of map of familiar places.
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