She certainly resents her fellow tourists. Her snobbery in this respect is impressively flexible: in Sansepolcro she sees tourists “of a superior kind” — although they’re art lovers, like herself, she mocks their bourgeois rectitude. In Florence the “herds” repulse her. In Assisi she’s “outraged” by the pilgrims who wait in line to pay reverence to the relics of St. Francis but ignore the frescoes of Giotto. At least she has the courage of her convictions: she makes no attempt to conceal her disdain.