“A traveler” he said,
But no, “a tourist” were we three.
Pointing and smiling
And looking fine in local garb
Tasting the delicacies
Listening to, not learning, the language
(Formed in an unknown history).
Touring is a surface thing,
Like scum on bath water
Taking the car when you could’ve walked.
Mockery of cultured absorption
Insult wrapped in British Pound Stirling.
“Travelers are invisible to us”
Decided we three.