Tourism in another face

A beautiful and elegant old girl, an elderly wandering reverently, a lover who races in the footsteps, a tourist who takes pictures, another sips coffee, a third tastes sweets and another over there wrapping a gift, a glamorous laying out the café chairs, and an elegant woman wiping a table.

A woman reads a book, a man turns a tour guide, a violinist in one corner, a drummer in another, another there is singing a tune, and another here is playing melodies.

A blonde playing with a dog, a dog caressing his child, clouds approaching the ground, and mountains embracing the sky, everywhere you look, do not know if it is a beautiful city? Mother of beauty is represented in a city!

From the hustle and bustle of Paris, to the history and nobility of Strasbourg, the vineyards in Obernai and the beauty of Colmar, through the splendor of Chamonix and the majesty of the Mont Blanc mountains, the tranquility and elegance of the caravan, and ending with the charm of the mesmerizing forgetful

Among its streets are an industrious people, and in its means of transportation are worries that appear to be apparent on human ghosts exhausted by life, faces pale, and self-esteem remains.

Between Bonjour and Bonsoir a thousand stories and a thousand novels, in the cities you feel the weight of the air loaded with human concerns, and in its countryside everything seemed to be happy trees and stones before flowers and fruits.

If you want to visit a country, beware of seeing it with the eyes of others, let alone from books and tourist reports, be like someone who reads between the lines, search for beauty and search for history, look with the eyes of the tourist, close the eyes of the critic, wander with the eyes of the seeker of beauty, not the seeker of error.

Examine people's faces, taste coffee, eat local food, take public transportation, watch cleaners, look at schoolchildren, examine the faces of shopkeepers, help an elderly person, turn to a poor person, enter small neighborhood bakeries, buy your daily necessities from grocery stores, Participate in street celebrations, watch the clamor, avoid polemics, find their national days and share their joy.

Be a tourist in the literal sense of the word, try to dissolve among the inhabitants of every city and town, to wander between its streets and shops, to look behind the flocks of tourists and among the ranks of the people of the country.

Only then will you return with their joys and memories of their sorrows, only then can you say I have visited this country.

You can say yes, I know this country.