I’m put in mind of the novels of E.M. Forster and Henry James, wherein Europeans and Americans of the middle- or upper-middle class, during the late Victorian and early Edwardian eras, ‘tour’ another country to learn about it, to experience its novelty, and to be charmed or edified by it. As if that could be something that would happen now. Even if it might seem to be something that continues to happen outwardly. By which I mean, in semblance.