Legends from our own lunchtimes

Tuesday, September 04, 2018

Well that’s that then.
Sunday 2nd September - Bruges

Life in a tourist town is different to that in a less salubrious location.  Even after almost a decade of travel in the manner that we do, we still occasionally need to suppress feelings of that particular kind of urgency that tourists have, to see everything all at once.

We have to reassure ourselves that we are living here, that we can take our time, that if we don’t see something today we may tomorrow, and if we don’t tomorrow our world quite possibly will not end as a result. 

Having suppressed the urge to get out and about, we settled in to occupy ourselves with the sorts of projects and Sunday tasks that no doubt most of the city’s actual residents were engaged in.  We were happy too and content, right up until the time we noticed the rosy glow downtown caused no doubt by the tourists slowly fading into the evening, and could no longer resist the urge for just one more twilight walk through its by then near-deserted streets.

1 comment

Vallypee said...

That must seem odd, really. You know you have a time limit, but at the same time, your time is your own...if that's too close to alliteration, I apologise. Anyway, as you say, this is your other life, so it doesn't really matter all that much. In those environs, I could happily waste a few hours...and days...and months!

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