Lewis's was the treat for me in the early 50's.
I remember loving walking on the wooden slatted path on the roof and looking at the view across the city rooftops.
Early haircuts in the childrens section, with wooden animals for seats.
That part of town was a great adventure for me at 5 or 6 years old. The number 9 bus out to its Terminus to see Aunt Maude Dowding in spies lane, Quinton, on Sunday. And on returning to the centre in winter at evening time, the spectacle of hordes of starlings wheeling and forming fantastic shapes around the church at Temple Row?, i think.
Are they still there?
Simple pleasures, always looked forward to.
We were easily satisfied!
Just took my (Thai), wife's 10 yr old grandaughter to visit relatives, 2 flights by airliner via Bangkok, to Andaman islands, over the most stunning scenery and coastline. She never flew before, but was glued to some alien zapping game on her phone for most of the trip!
Asked if she enjoyed flying, "yes Papa, now i am level 4 Space Trooper"!
Are we the last generation who will retain childhood memories of wonder and amazement?