Street Life

[Quixilated]

 I was once one of those American tourists.  Though I had read enough George MacDonald not to make the "Loch" mistake and we were warned in advance about the haggis.   However, we were a high school folk dancing troupe from Kentucky with a leader whose pronunciation of "tour" rhymes with "cur" so I'm sure we probably wrecked our own special brand of havoc.  If it's any consolation, it was magical?

I loved this poem.  It's so true that as a tourist you forget that people actually live there year round.  Visiting such a well known place feels like visiting a movie set, everything looks just how it's supposed to, and the people walking around just seem like background extras to provide ambiance.  Or like when you visit a reenactment and the characters are going about pretend lives all for your viewing pleasure.  I would imagine it could get old.  But I also imagine it would be worth it to be neighbors with Nessie.