My legs, head and especially my brains ache after the whole day of gastronomic loads. Having founded ourselves in the not very tourist zone we come across the shop with local antiques. At the area of 18 meters are located a few thousands of items of flatware and other utensils. All the things are frayed by life and time but they didn’t loose their special charm but rather found it during the time of their service. At the counter is a lady of advanced age but without the traces of interferences of cosmetic quacks and because of it she resembles much the goods in her own shop by the life gloss. Each day and each emotion are present in the million of wrinkles but taking into account its natural origin her appearance rather attracts and doesn’t resemble at all some embalmed alive local stars of the past century that still can’t part with age fears and that is why they rather resemble anti-advertising of beauty clinics.
There is one buyer in the shop and that is why we didn’t notice any attention to our persons except a nod and a fluent smile in the tails of owner’s eyes. I was totally lost because a huge camera which hanged on my neck the whole day seemed to be too unsuitable in this shop. But the impressions got their way and I dared to take a few pictures quickly without asking permission but also without raising the lens in the direction of buyers and sellers. I only fixed in the memory of the camera piles of spoons and forks winded by the twine in 6-12 pieces to some fantastically silver-plated rollers.
We left the shop in a few minutes when we understood that we as tourists don’t arouse commercial interest of the owner who was busy in talk with a buyer – gentleman of about 65 years old. We hardly made about 30 steps when exactly that gentleman who was in the shop and politely but absolutely insistently asked us to come back to the shop. Kind of the owner asks. And he explained that there was a robbery in the shop not so long ago, and it seems exactly after a few Asians took pictures of her utensils. He said that the owner was warned strictly by the policemen that it is important for the clearance of crime to call to the police as soon as somebody will take off the lid from the lens. I don’t know if we were the first who aroused suspicion but when we come back to the shop the owner with the same micro-smile explained us in a moment that she just fulfills the order of police and nothing more than that.
We explained that the photos have tourist context solely and in general we are just the tourists nothing more than that. They let us go having said goodbye politely. We felt once again that homeland with its attitude to police is far away. Hopelessly far away.
And below are exactly those photos.
Tags: Лион, travel, путешествия



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