I forget to look up. In my daily life, when I’m embroiled in the soothing monotony of routine, my gaze is usually fixed on what is in front of me. When, on occasion, by eyes are drawn upward — by a sudden vista, a cloudscape or sunset — I am grateful.
And that’s something I like about travel. It can be can be irritating to natives, I suppose, that tourist’s gawk — pausing in the middle of a busy pedestrian zone, in some enspired European city, gaze drifting upwards (and hopefully mouth not too agape…). But at least it’s an occasion when one is actually looking — trying to see a place, whatever filters might be there.
And Krakow is a wonderful city to look up in.
Being a traveler reminds me to do what I should be doing always, on occasion: look up.
The Wild Blue 