Hi. My name is Mary and I am a tourist….. (“HI MARY….”)As we approached Saint Paul de Vence, Le Boyfriend said “oh geez, I forgot how touristy this town is…” as if we weren’t tourists ourselves. As if all of the photos I took were merely anthropological…you know, to help me get a sense of the people who are in fact tourists.
Clearly, we were just like all of the other camera-toting people walking around trying to blend in but desperately wanting to take pictures of all the beautiful details.
Saint Paul de Vence sits atop a stunning hill and is surrounded by equally glamorous hills on all sides.
The co-op village is famous for its many artists (dead and alive) including Chagall and all of his buddies who used to hang out in the area.
We had an ice-cream (in the least touristy fashion possibly) and then continued our march through the center of town.
As we left, I heard a man with a camera around his neck lean over to his buddy and say (in French) something to the effect of “welcome to the land of tourists.” I wanted to respond with, “Yes, welcome. Would you like me to take your photo?”