The Wharf of Lost Memories

I think that if someone grew up in the middle of the desert and never saw the sea until they were twenty, they'd still get a rush of childhood nostalgia while on a wharf. There is something about wharfs. They invoke a feeling of almost remembered memories. I was on the wharf in Santa Cruz recently with my family. We wandered around and looked at the seagulls and seals. We ate seafood while looking at the sea. Despite it's rustic origins, to me clam chowder in a bread bowl is the height of fine dining.