I admit it. I always seem to be one of the goofy by-standers looking up. While the locals pass by with straight determination, my head swivels from side to side and my eyes dart with fervor. Even strolling down streets I have been down countless times before, there is always a tiny piece of detail waiting to remind me that I am just a visitor, a stranger.
Being in Paris was a bit overwhelming for someone like me. There was so much to see! I am not talking about the stars and circles marked along the frayed pages of our Lonely Planet guide. The minutia amongst the streets was breathtaking. The quirky traits of Paris revealed herself in so many delicate ways. What could easily be passed by or ignored in daily routines would peek out with a unique silliness or striking splendor.
Like travelers before me, I am sure that my looks of awe and wanderlust will get an eye roll or two. And while I rarely wear clunky, white sneakers, I make sure to always have a camera around my neck or in my hand because in this lifetime, I am a tourist…always.