It’s just a crosswalk: a few stripes of white paint on a quiet stretch of suburban asphalt. But meaning has a way of seeping into otherwise mundane places over time, and the pedestrian crossing outside Abbey Road Studios was crowded with excited Beatles fans when we stopped by on our last afternoon in London. There were dozens, young and old, smiling and laughing and inconveniencing local motorists by posing for photos in the middle of the street. I like that there’s not much to see once you get there, no signpost or museum. The only thing drawing all those people to that spot was our shared love for some old records that were made nearby.