Tourist -

He looked at his map. 06:00: Sunrise at Charles Bridge. 07:30: Breakfast at Café Savoy.

He was so busy calculating the walking distance that he didn't notice the woman sitting on the stone ledge until she spoke. tourist

Elias was a "proper" tourist. He had the laminated itinerary, the pre-booked walking tours, and a portable battery pack that could jump-start a small car. He had spent months reading travel blogs like The Guardian to ensure he didn't miss a single "must-see" monument. But as he stood on the Charles Bridge, waiting for a sunrise that was currently smothered by a thick, grey fog, the checklist in his pocket felt heavy. He looked at his map