They were tourists, obvious with their cameras, and the way they looked into every courtyard, down every alley and lane they passed. They made repeated reference to a leaflet.
Finally, they drew level to where I sat with a coffee at a table outside a café. Curious, I couldn’t resist.
“Are you looking for something? Can I help?”
“We’re looking for the castle,” the bearded one said.
“We’re chasing architecture,” the other chuckled.
I spread my hands. “Look around, architecture everywhere.”
“Huh, vernacular architecture,” the bearded one said with disdain.
90 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Vernacular