When I was a fair bit younger than I am now (early 50's now) I was in Paris for a couple of nights on my own. I LOVE travelling on my own, I enjoy my own company and I like exploring solo. Don't get much of a chance to do this now I'm married and have a family, but I firmly believe that women should learn to enjoy their own company and not feel they have to 'make nice' or perform for the male gaze in some way.
Anyway, in Paris, would have been nearly 30 years ago, I'd been a few times before but with my mum or friends. I'd never done it solo. I thought, oh I'll hang out in the places we discovered before, I'll find that cafe again, that pretty square where you can eat your market picnic, I'll go to this famous bistro and enjoy their cock au vin, etc etc
WRONG
I had a miserable few days of it. Museums and galleries were ok (as long as you didn't accidentally make eye contact with any blokes) and metro was ok, but any attempt to sit down on a bench, outside, ANYWHERE, was doomed. Along comes a guy. Invariably middle-aged. Why are you sitting alone, do you want company? Why don't you have a boyfriend, you're beautiful. What are you reading, no you don't want to read that, talk to me instead. Why are you eating alone, you need to talk to me and my middle-aged male friend, we're much more interesting than your book and your cock au vin.
Fuck me, I was so fed up of it. Couldn't wait to leave the city and continue on my journey south. Even now as a grizzled old 50-something, I'm wary of going back on my own, even though I'd really like to. Honestly I think the only solution is to grow my whitening hair as long as it'll go, not brush it ever, and affect a facial twitch.
I love my own company and I sit in cafes on my own for a quick coffee and a read most days. Luckily I live in a small semi-rural area where you don't get the attention as much, but that said, I've had the odd beer outside one of our village pubs in the sunshine, just because, and you really do get Looks. Women, know thy place!
So many handmaids on this thread. We do not owe random strange men our smile, our attention, our conversation or our time. Not unless we really want to spend time with them. And if we're on our own, obviously engaged in something, most normal humans would pick up on that cue.