This past Saturday, Bob went out for one of his usual weekend photo walks—camera charged, lenses cleaned, and curiosity dialed to full. Wandering through the Junction Triangle, Bob found himself standing in front of a red-brick relic from another time: Wallace Market.
The market’s weathered Coca-Cola signs—big red circles shouting “Drink Coca-Cola”—caught his eye right away. The paint on the Wallace Market sign had faded to a soft patina, but the character of the place hadn’t faded one bit. Bob had walked past this corner store before, but today, he felt drawn to step inside and take a closer look.
Inside the store, the air was cool and smelled like candy wrappers, bread, and a little nostalgia. The aisles were tight, packed with every snack, spice, and soda you could want. There was a shelf devoted entirely to sweet childhood favourites—Nerds, Laffy Taffy, and that one candy Bob always forgets the name of but recognizes instantly. There were fridge doors lined with every kind of pop imaginable, and above it all, Huggies boxes and cereal stacked like bricks in a fort.
Bob didn’t go in to buy anything. He went in to remember. Places like Wallace Market remind him why he loves street photography—not for the big landmarks, but for the little moments and the small businesses that still feel like the past never quite left. He snapped a few quiet shots, nodded thanks to the person behind the counter, and headed back out into the sunshine.
Before the day was done, Bob had a memory card full of Saturday street life and a smile from seeing a corner store that still looked like the ones from when he was a kid. Wallace Market wasn’t just a stop on the walk—it became the highlight.
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