Each morning, on my way to the office, I have noticed that this is the season of tourism.
Each day I blast through small crowds of visitors with their maps (always maps!) and their backpacks and comfortable shoes.
Each day I marvel at how different they are from the locals.
The unofficial uniform of the city. Great belt. Fabulous cuff bracelet. Comfortable yet chic shoes. (not shown)
A man in white shorts and running shoes. Also, they were holding hands. Unusual behavior here at 8:05am.
Summer art school students. In florals and bright colors. Clearly from out of town.
Shorts and white tee shirts? White tennis shoes? Not From Here.
A whole family in shorts and white tee shirts and SANDALS. Sandals are a very dangerous business in my city. One oughtn't wear sandals here.
Narrow, fitted short pants and sandals? AND a fanny pack?
This photo illustrates the differences perfectly.
Man On Left lives here, Man On Right...well, I don't even know what to say.
Now, here, is an exemplary summer outfit on a local gentleman.
Cotton madras jacket, no socks, white-soled oxfords, crisp white shirt.
Stripes are always good.
I'm not saying there's anything wrong with dressing like a visitor, I'm just saying I can spot them.