ABSTRACT
It was, to be sure, a cautious, uneventful, and at times a fatiguing and solitary way of passing a summer vacation: tramping out to admire Baedeker’s list of three-star monuments, conscientiously sampling the local food, taking lessons in conversational French or German or Italian, and always trying not to resemble a tourist. But as I look back on many summers of such European travel I wonder if they were not in fact an excellent introduction to the different phase of tourism that I have learned to call landscape studies.
