Maurice Druon. The origins and the shore (№ 196346)

... There you can find only a few "travelers" - endangered species, which should not be confused with "tourist", this migratory locusts that swooped black cloud, devouring everything around and irritating the ear to the incessant grinding of the jaw chewing, ableplanet monuments, though they are edible, hiding their color, sees nothing, except that one eye of his camera, and carried away, leaving the place in ruin following the pack.
But the traveller, even if he left only a few hours, moves slowly, looking at the faces, catches the scents, trying to comprehend the beat of the heart of the city; walking the streets, he thinks, compares, and in order to compare, remember; he even finds time to dream. He merges with the city on those short moments that holds it; you can find apparel that may arouse curiosity, but will never be offensive.
A tourist shows their sweaty thighs and his shirt a carnival of colors at the doors of schools, shining Nickel of their hoods on the poor streets, provokes in the hearts of the locals most of the bad feelings: hatred, envy, the desire to steal. And here the traveler is on the verge of extinction, and a tourist goes forth and multiplies.