The weather has been perfect almost everyday since I arrived, and the way that the sun was shining onto the narrow cobblestone streets early this morning made me want to just sit on the terraces of all the little cafes instead of going to work.
I managed to escape the indoors at lunch for about 40 minutes, but the neighbourhood had lost much of it's early morning charm as giant tour buses crowded the little streets, pouring out more tourists than I've seen in ages. As I walked down the street I heard a guy in a baseball t-shirt try to barter with this old women selling hand-stitched tablecloths that she was already asking too little for, and when I went to buy a sandwich at a cafe I had to wait behind this woman who kept shouting her request at the barista to have a non-fat cappuccino instead of a regular.
What is wrong with people?! Pay the asking price, and I mean how much fat could one little cappuccino contain? Maybe I'm being a little judgemental, and I know I'm a tourist to this city in many ways as well, but let's get real.
No comments:
Post a Comment