I am a tourist in a car in a narrow Italian street

I am a tourist in a car in a narrow Italian street, a photo by mononom on Flickr.

I have a GPS and I am not really lost. I am intentionally lost. The car in front of me is blocking the passage because he met someone he knows. I have the time, and he is not really blocking. He is moving very slowly.
I accept it as only a tourist would, and begin to like being lost and blocked.
I take a photograph of the situation. And I write about it. You read about it.
It is not a very good photograph. It is not a very good description.
It is more like it is a bit lost, and a bit blocked.
I am still a tourist.