|Evan's very narrow street in Barcelona|
|Entrance to Paris Metro|
But as the days went on, we began to feel comfortable. Evan’s presence in Barcelona helped hugely—not only did he have a great place for us to stay, but he was really knowledgeable about the nuts and bolts of transportation, the must-see sights, the best tapas bars. The other huge help (and this was true in Paris as well): the warmth and kindness of the people (yes, even the Parisians!) No one laughed at our pronunciation of “gracias” or “s’il vous plait.” We were served fabulous food and drink with genuine smiles; patient passersby gave us directions to this museum or that cathedral. Though we’d been warned about pickpockets, we emerged with all possessions intact (and frankly never saw any suspicious behavior). While the street signs were sometimes missing or hard to see (not unlike, ahem, Philadelphia), I have to say both cities were pretty darned user-friendly—or maybe we just became better “users” over time.
I recently read about a species of fish that live in Thailand known as walking fish, who have developed the
|The Walking Fish|