Living in Cambridge has turned me into a curmudgeon: spending large portions of my daily life stepping around tourists with cameras is quite tiresome.
If I’m just trying to go to the grocery store for milk, why do I have to dodge (on average) two dozen attempts by strangers to get a picture of their head with the Trinity college chapel in the background? Usually I just trudge straight through the shot without noticing. This is, after all, where I live. If I accommodated every tour group I would never make it past the Round Church.
But then again, most of my trips over the last few months have been to quaint old towns. I’m just as guilty as any other tourist when it comes to the collection of personal souvenirs. Though arguably I am also much more lazy; I never take more than a handful of photographs, and usually those feature things like Soviet observation towers, rather than my own knotty head.