I saw the best tourists ever today. Scene: standing out in the sun on a lovely day waiting in line with 500 or so of my fellow tourists waiting to get into the Musee d'Orsay in Paris, home to many of the most famous paintings in the world, naturally a tourist haven. Ahead of me in the line, I saw what seemed to be one of those hats with an umbrella on top poking out of the crowd. Oh, this is going to be good, I thought. As the people came into view, the woman in this family was the wearer of the hat, her black and white jogging suit and rhinestone bedazzled glasses reflecting in the sun. Her backpack matched her husband's as well as her 12 year old daughter's, who was wearing equally bedazzled glasses (except the girl's had stars). Her husband had on one of those khaki safari hats, which was covered in souvenir pins, one of them matching his shirt which barely covered his protruding belly and bore the image of a French flag and proclaimed Welcome to Paris on it. If I were a pickpocket, I'd know my target.
On the other hand, I, being far more sophisticated, was asked for directions a total of three times that day. I hoped it was because I looked so French. Too bad my cover was blown the second I opened my mouth and said, No Francias. I was able to help 2 of them out though.
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