In response to yesterday’s popular blog post on Six Ways To Avoid Looking Like A Tourist, I thought I’d relate a story when I was called out as one.
Many years ago, during the early reign of Tony Blair, I was walking from the British Museum in London to Covent Garden.
Coming towards me was an elderly couple that could have come directly from central casting. The woman wore a non-descript, conservative dress but the gentleman was distinctive. It’s as if Dr. Watson himself appeared before me.
Slightly over six feet tall and sporting a large mustache, he wore a dark gray three piece suit with the vest a lighter neutral color, bowler hat on his head and a watch fob dangling from his vest pocket. He carried a black umbrella in one hand using it somewhat like a walking stick. (Almost like the drawing to the let minus the monocle.)
“Excuse me, ” he says. “Do you know the way to Tottenham Court Station.”
“No, ” I said. “I don’t.”
“Another bloody tourist, ” he snorted.
“True,” I said, “But I’m not the one who’s lost.”
Any fun tourist stories you want to share?