It wasn't our fault

Well, not entirely.  We were dutifully following our local guide into the old walled city of Dubrovnik, another beautiful UNESCO site, listening intently on our little radios to her voice, when another group swirled among us in the crowded entrance and somehow six of us got separated from our group.  We could still hear our guide and it took us a while to realize that she and the rest of our group were nowhere in sight.  We knew they couldn't be too far but, no matter how many corners we turned, there was no sign of them.  Finally, after about a half hour of aimless roaming (with several stops for picture taking of course), the wife of one of the men in our little group came rushing up and lead us back to the rest of the group. We had assumed he was married to one of the other ladies lost with us, but that's another story.  Our guide was a little huffy with us, as though we had wandered away on purpose.  While we were apart the guide had acquired a sign on a long pole.  If she had had that in the first place we probably wouldn't have lost sight of her.  That's my story and I'm sticking to it.