Hong Kong. The little ship in the window reminds him of Hong Kong.
Stuart stands for a moment, resting his fingertips against the murky glass. His breath mists the window, obscuring the scale model from view.
The quiet lane disappears, and instead his senses are assaulted by the sounds and smells of a busy harbour, water barely visible as vessels jostle for position. He sees merchants hopping from deck to deck, sacks and parcels balanced on their shoulders. They are shouting, gesticulating, laughing, joking and bargaining. The clink of coins hitting boards and jingling in pockets is a musical box to his ears.
He smiles, and walks away, his day illuminated by joyful memories, all triggered by an insignificant junk shop ornament.
Sometimes, you just need to pay attention to experience happiness.