He was, he admitted to himself at long last, well and truly lost. He spent much of his days trying to acclimate himself to this new city, and mostly he did okay for himself, navigating the weird streets pretty well, except he kept forgetting people drove on the wrong side of the road over here and nearly got ran over at least 100 times a day. So he wandered, always keeping note of what street he'd just come from or what direction he was in comparison to "home", but he'd gotten on the metro, then wandered around and gotten lost in his thoughts, one thing led to another and he was... completely lost.
Save for the slightly perplexed expression on his face as he peered around, he didn't look like a tourist. It was a lovely temple, but temples weren't exactly his thing, and he was less interested in seeing the sights and more interested in figuring out where the hell he was. There was a girl or a woman nearby who looked like she knew what she was doing, so he figured it couldn't hurt to ask.