Tourists in NYC

They’re everywhere. Sometimes you don’t even notice them because you’re busy rushing to work, to meetings, to lunch or home. And sometimes you stop looking at your e*mails (while rushing somewhere) and look around. I see many people in the same grind as me and then you have the tourists. Gazing in awe, asking questions, making comments, but mostly snapping away with their cameras. Now I wonder how many of them are looking at me. Those pictures I was talking about…


About Lulu

I take pleasure in the simplest of things. But most of all I enjoy the stillness, there is so much I feel in it.
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