Julien Blanc-Gras does not claim to provide solutions to problems crossed his path (extreme poverty in India or drug traffickers in Colombia), but it does not leak them for much, even if he is above all a contemplative state of mind, he which has retained from his childhood that ability to sémerveiller. "Tourist" does therefore not a simple carefree postcard with nice colors. If the author admits that the role of the tourist is not to "save the world" does not lempêche dégratigner humorously tourism autistic and superficial mass even get downright pissed face the contempt of some Westerners vis-à-vis local people (especially when edifying episode in Madagascar). Curious to meet new people and strange places, he never falls into political correctness or the condescension, and his punk instinct sometimes wake, for example the sound of Chinese music soothing, giving rise to a very funny story in a box karakoé to Empire of the Middle.
Finally, we charmed by this nice reading and unassuming, with humor and not without dautodérision, reminiscent in many ways the peregrinations of Guy Delisle worldwide.