Acting touristy with womans intuition, and four socks!

I finally behaved like a tourist for a day. The weather was sunny and bright, so I decided to walk around town and flash my camera about.
I was already getting into the clicking mood only five minutes after I had left the house. This was no good for me still being confused which way to look when I cross the street. I resorted to foloowing other people across, after first of course having looked at the traffic myself (which means just turning my head random ways; left right, left right...I don't know!).
When I arrived in the city centre I decided not to look at my map. I would instead let my camera guide me; I'd walk wherever I wanted to take pictures. If I would happen to get myself lost I could look at my map anyway.
And so I walked and snapped and walked an snapped. It got me to a square I had never been before. There were three statues on it, one was a bit higher up on some sort of mausoleum thing. There were two guys stanidng in front of it; one of them was a bit higher up on the steps of the mausoleum thing, the other was a bit further away taking the picture of his friend. Brilliant, I thought and without them noticing me I took their picture.
I took a few pictures of the mausoleum thing myself. When I turned around I saw the same two guys, now taking random pictures of eachother. Again, without them having a clue of being photographed I took their picture one more time.
What genuine fun I was having walking about and taking pictures of all these beautiful buildings. I turned corner after corner not caring where I was going and even less whether I was going to get lost. Heck, I even wanted to get lost. And so I turned another corner. Wait a second I thought, I have been here before. Oh crap, I've been going around in circles. Call it womans intuition, call it sheer stupidity, I was not going to get lost this way.
But I didn't want to hurt my head thinking either, having to think about going left or right and which way I had turned the corner before and before etc. So I resorted to keep on going the way I was going; in circles. It would eventually make my route sort of like a flower pattern, I guess. Sounds like womans intuition after all!
The flower pattern brought me to a cathedral! After taking a picture for a fellow 'tourist'; a girl wanted to be photogrpahed in fornt of the cathedral, I went inside.
I got a brochure from a woman who was not just yet too old to be doing volunteer work for the church. She asked me whether I was English. 'No', I told her. She asked me where I was from. 'Holland', I said smiling. ' Ah yes, I think we went through there', she replied.
I must've looked slightly puzzled. This was exactly when I thought that she was on her way to be too old to provide people with information. She was ever so sweet though so I let her finish her story.
She told me 'they' went through 'there'(Holland) when 'they' went to Sweden. 'Aah' I said, 'Yes' that sounds logical. Now she abruptly bagen talking about the church again telling me how it was the widest one in europe. Her tone of voice sounded an alarmingly lot like she was going to be talking for a long time. I smiled, and thought to myself how funny it was that I had got myself stuck with an old lady chatting about a cathedral. So much for womans intuition.
Luckily she let me go soon enough. I walked around the cathedral on my own, amazed by the beauty of everything; the coloured glass, the sculptures, the woodwork, it was all gorgeous! I tried really hard to imagine what it must mean for a religious person to come to a church, but I failed.
After having left the church my womans intuition led me to the area with the shops. Or was it the big 'Arndales Shopping Centre' sign that anyone with bad sight could read from miles off? Either way, I wanted to go home again and from this area I knew how to get to the bus platform.
But not before my womanly urges led me into primark (a cheap department store). I found two cute tops (£4 and £6) and got in line to try them on. 'Two' I said to the uy handling the 'how-may-items-have-you-got' thingies. 'Three, four, five and that makes six' he said and handed me a thingy saying '6' and four socks!!! Completely puzzled I found my way to a fitting room. I didn't bother to ask, but I am very keen to find out whether this is their usual policy.
I bought the £6 top and took the bus home. Acting all touristy had gotten me very hungry and womans intuition only alows stops to eat a clementine you know ;)