When I want to see foreign tourists, I go downtown. I mean Bucharest, the city where I live, and the capital of Romania. The question that may arise after this statement is: Why do I want to see foreign tourists?
If there is a question, there must be an answer...
Bucharest is the former capital of a closed, isolated, and little-visited communist country, and foreign tourists are increasingly seeking it out.
When I say I go downtown to see the tourists, I exaggerate a bit. The truth is that I went there out of necessity, and I met a lot of tourists in a place called Old Center. It is an unhealthy old neighborhood, where old and abandoned houses have been transformed into restaurants, terraces, cafes, and nightclubs. It is a real attraction for those who want to have fun.
Of course, there are special places to visit, such as museums, and my presence in that place was precisely to visit several exhibitions gathered under the name Art Safari, hosted by a nearby palace.
Just across the street from the museum is one of the most beautiful and important buildings in the city and country, the National Bank of Romania, which attracts visitors' attention.
In the small square next to this building, most of the tourists I keep referring to gather, those who come, in my opinion, more for fun than to discover a new place for themselves.
Now I reveal another reason why I love seeing tourists. I like to know the joy of groups of people who forget about their problems at home and express themselves freely and without prejudice.
What's special is that these people who meet in this small square don't even know each other. They meet here, make friends here, have fun here, listen to music here, and dance.
Where there are tourists, there are also street artists or people trying to make money. I've seen parrots.
Parrots and tickets to be chosen by the parrots, with some predictions, guessing the future for those who pay. Of course, a hoax.
When no one was interested in the future, the man with the parrots turned his birds on those nearby.
The girls were excited to play with the parrots and be photographed.
They didn't know that they would have to pay in the end!
I always start with photos when I want to write a blog. Photos remind me of places, events, and feelings that turn into words. When I post on Photography Lovers, the words have even less importance; they are a companion to the photos I want to show. This often makes the story uninteresting, yet it is necessary; otherwise, the photos would merely be a series of ordinary images.
I make this statement as a plea to those reading not to overjudge the text and to focus on the photos.
A wise saying goes that a photograph is worth a thousand words, but I'm not so sure.
Everything depends on the beholder.
