When we adopted DD, we had to stop in Moscow for a few days. Without going into detail, DD's adoption was somewhat unique in the manner it was accomplished and word spread regarding our family, first at the embassy and then beyond. On top of that, she stood out among most of the adopted children, as she looked like a Gerber baby, all chubby and looking as if she'd come straight from Central Casting. (Most of them didn't look quite so robust, let's just say.) In other words, even in a city of several million, you apparently could pick us out of a crowd, because everywhere we went people stopped us to ask questions and/or chat. Americans, Russians, you name it. These weren't even people who had seen us at the embassy....they has just been told our story and from that, recognized us when they saw us strolling around with her.
It was beyond unsettling (and that's an understatement) to be in a city where NO ONE ought to know you and still have person after person act as if they DID know you. They knew us, but we didn't know them. They knew our story, but we didn't have a clue about them. We'd see people pointing at us, and eventually realize it was one more person chatting about our story. If it had been a small town, it wouldn't have been a big deal. But it was a city of several million people halfway around the world. So it did freak us out at first. After it kept happening, we became less alarmed and although I can't say we got used to it, we did take it in stride as the days went on.
But for those couple of days, anonymity was shot to heck even though we were in a place where we should have been completely anonymous. Very unnerving.