Trip acquisition

Usage examples of souvenir.

In the foyer was an autograph book on a lighted stand and a small stack of souvenir pictures: Jesus, His sacred heart exposed like a biology-book illustration.

It came as a shock to realize that she had no record of her baby, no photograph or souvenir, apart from the single woollen bootee that she had retrieved from his cot.

He excused himself and stood up, saying he would be back in a few minutes, then disappeared into the arcade of souvenir and menswear shops that led to the elevators.

Huge portions of the complex were open to the public, and wireless cameras had gone missing before, usually stolen by visiting pranksters looking for souvenirs.

Marr and Senn had printed up souvenir menus for each member of the Zaginow delegation.

The souvenir trade in rope was unbecoming, unmilitary and generally unacceptable.

Ishmael left the Gridiron and wandered abroad in the electronic universe, seeing the sights, listening to the sounds, admiring the architecture of different systems and collecting the data that were the souvenirs of his unticketed travel in the everywhere and nowhere world.

A handkerchief, a fillet for your hair, a wreath of gold or silver, a breastpin, a mirror, a girdle, a purse, a tassel, a comb, sleeves, gloves, a ring, a compact, a picture, a washbasin, a flag but only as a souvenir.

Now my breechclout concealed the broad belt, and the scabbard flapped against my legs, empty, Galna let me keep those, as he supposed, tawdry souvenirs of my struggle.

The women in the souvenir shops offered bowls and boxes decorated with elaborate cherry- and camphorwood inlay.

Two souvenir cards showed the Waterholm Winter Festival, one depicted the Wis Waterfall, a wedding keepsake portrayed a bride and groom, and so on.

The clothespress held not only his clothing but more cartons of souvenirs.

The ritual bunting and gathering of local souvenirs was over for the day, and the shoppers were discussing the kill: kangaroos, koala bears, tiny stuffed emus, plaster models of the New Sydney Harbor Bridge and little plastic statuettes of Brenda Woolley.

The rest of the store had shelves and tables that sold canned goods and frypans and fishing gear and toilet paper and insect repellent and souvenir mugs shaped like Smokey the Bear.

I got used to walking most places, and it was getting harder for me to say no to the gearheads as well as a growing number of tourists near the Brandenberg Gate who were dying to buy the Firebird from me as a souvenir of the New World Order.