There are some places I visited that made me just stop look listen and experience. The Storr is one of those few places. Lets see what Wikipedia has to say about The Storr:
“The Storr (Scottish Gaelic: An Stòr)is a rocky hill on the Trotternish peninsula of the Isle of Skye in Scotland. The hill presents a steep rocky eastern face overlooking the Sound of Raasay, contrasting with gentler grassy slopes to the west.”
Strolling through Glasgow I was watching the river of people passing by and travelling through their own galaxies not minding these amazing lanes that were like the veins that connected the main streets. How many things happened here? How many people loved here? How many people cried here? These lanes are full of real or made up stories and the beauty of them is that you can make up your own story for each lane. So what do these lanes tell you? What happened there?