Where am I?

This is a strnge little town, to small, to sheltered and to conservative for my liking. I am a artist and an actor and it shows.. The people of this place have never seen anyone like me. A boy in the skinniest of jeans, with silk scarves around his neck. Wollen walking shorts and sunglesses of all shapes and colours on his face. Back home I am praised for this. The people here stare as though I am a circus wonder. I don'd mind I guess, but do they not have anything else to do? At least they do not how to talk to me, becasue the ones who do, love me.