The photographer pictures the photographer in their mind, before visiting. A man, alas, a man with English quaint style, baggy, overflow, pants with a mysterious device never shown in full. His stance implies the action, for which we of course know, he is taking pictures.
Always on his own, the preyed upon, becomes preyed upon. A miniature paradox as the scene and the populated scene form a full observation - away from the original reference points. He stays in a world of his own, almost floating amongst tourists. An observer amongst the observers. His world is his world. It is hard to forget the glorious colours, mixed with the hue of brown, folding lines around his frame, as real life sculptures in the form of trees and leaves decorate the land.
The action of appreciation is a strange one, as the general observer glances where the studied observers focus on very small components, giving them a mad look in their eye. For a photographer to see it for themselves, through the undercover tourist holds up a mirror to the role of the observer. What we do to get our ideas out, our thoughts that struggle to get out until our camera is set up. The photographic superhuman, with his undercover 'get up' feels invincible amongst mere tourists.