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My olfactory memory cells are jumping for joy. In my 20s I lived on Chestnut Street in Boston with an illustrious group of international students most from Europe in a house reminiscent of a British row house with the kitchen open to the back on the ground floor. Having lived in London just before taking up residence; the kitchen was especially important to me as was the owner who cooked for us but also provided me with the chance to cook on a massive six burner gas stove for my hungry jazz musician roommates. Thank you for this culinary meander as it also brings me back to university days in Lyon, France and my first visit to Paris where I discovered that history could be told thru art, food, fashion etc. PS there was a Chestnut tree at the top of my street growing up and we played conkers too. Cheers to you and yours.

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What a vivid description! Your student housing sounds idyllic - a far cry from the institutional dormitory buildings of so many newly built universities in today's UK. A lovely picture you've drawn!

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Thank you for restacking!

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