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'London has its smells too,' Keeley told him as they fell into step together. She may not be able to experience them fully anymore, but she could definitely recall them. 'The Tube, that rush of warm, slightly sweetened air as the trains rush past... the parks in the springtime, daffodils, ducks... and different cultures.' She breathed, remembering. Crazy weird fruit outside Asian minimarkets and.. the food stalls at Lower Marsh Market. 'It sounds magnifique,' he answered her.