I’m steeled to it in SE Asia and would expect to find it in somewhere like South America, for example, but I was caught completely offguard by mini-scammers in Paris. The couple of unknown middle-Eastern origin who work the trains with a petition showing support for Kosovo’s orphans, then point at the obscured ‘donation’ column next to your name. The masses of black men at the bottom of Montmartre steps who hassle you to the point of rudeness with their ‘let me make you a lucky bracelet’ act. The ‘German’ guy at the station with his ‘my ticket’s been stolen, can you spare me 5 euro so I can phone home’ routine.
It’s certainly made me less eager to return to Paris. And clearly living in NZ is wearing away my cynical edge.
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