Always the same song

Today is our sixth day in the fun park that is downtown Český Krumlov. I really like the buildings here, I like the locals we have met, I like “our” house…

BUT… it’s hell sitting in front of the building in the afternoon. The tourists and the sun make it unbearable. It would be easier to sit on the square – sure, the shade disappears by noon and there’s just as many tourists, but there’s more space and it’s enlivened by the occasional street performer. I can’t stand the incessant clicking of cameras. (They don’t just photograph us; they’re photographing anything and everything. And what they don’t photograph, they record on film.) I can’t stand how they have no problem touching our kids or sticking their heads inside a baby carriage, so the child finds itself face-to-face with a stranger before you have time to react.

Is it the tourists’ fault that they behave the way they do??? Shouldn’t their guides tell them something at the outset about how to behave? Not to photograph everything, not to touch children (anyone, really), to move out of the way of passing cars…