After years of working 70 hours a week at jobs I detested, I felt like the proverbial "hole in the donut" - solid on the outside, but empty on the inside. Searching for meaning in my life, I abandoned my successful but unsatisfying career and set out on a six-month solo backpacking trip around the world to pursue my true passions of travel, writing, and photography. My blog features stories about the destinations I visit, people I meet, the crazy things...Read more here....
Hi Barbara! This photo makes me laugh. I took one of the man next to the lady painting flowers…same people about two months ago. The lady started complaining about the tourists always taking pictures without asking. Too funny. Enjoy.
LOL Corinne! The paintings of that lady in the green sweater were lovely and I might have bought something from her if she hadn’t been so downright nasty when I tried to take a photo of her painting a canvas. She totally got in my face. I figure, if you’re standing on a public thoroughfare, trying to sell something to tourists, photos are part of the deal. She irritated me so badly that I backed up a few feet and took that overview shot – nothing she could do about it, though a split second after I snapped the photo she turned around and glared at me – if looks could kill I’d have been dead. Gave me great satisfaction. She was one of only two rude people I met in the entire six weeks I spent in France.
Hi Barbara! This photo makes me laugh. I took one of the man next to the lady painting flowers…same people about two months ago. The lady started complaining about the tourists always taking pictures without asking. Too funny. Enjoy.
LOL Corinne! The paintings of that lady in the green sweater were lovely and I might have bought something from her if she hadn’t been so downright nasty when I tried to take a photo of her painting a canvas. She totally got in my face. I figure, if you’re standing on a public thoroughfare, trying to sell something to tourists, photos are part of the deal. She irritated me so badly that I backed up a few feet and took that overview shot – nothing she could do about it, though a split second after I snapped the photo she turned around and glared at me – if looks could kill I’d have been dead. Gave me great satisfaction. She was one of only two rude people I met in the entire six weeks I spent in France.