The world’s most perfect places are being turned into backdrops for our tourist selfies
Tobias
Jones
Italy depends on tourism but despairs at the hordes
who descend on its beauty spots. Its solutions are being watched around the
globe
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Sat 22 Apr
2023 13.31 EDT
Last week
Italy was, again, struggling with the conundrum of mass tourism. One of the
country’s most charming seaside towns, Portofino, has just introduced
legislation to dissuade tourists lingering for selfies: there will be fines of
up to €275 (£243) if they block traffic or pedestrians in two “red zones” of
the beautiful bay.
It’s the
latest in a series of draconian measures adopted by Italian councils to deal
with herds of holidaymakers: there are fines of up to €2,500 for walking the
paths above the Cinque Terre (five villages in Liguria) in flip-flops or
sandals; you are no longer allowed to eat snacks outside in the centre of
Venice or in four central streets in Florence; you can be fined €250 just for
sitting down on Rome’s Spanish Steps; and one beach, in Eraclea, has even
banned the building of sandcastles (maximum fine €250) because they’re
considered unnecessary obstructions.
Italy, of
course, more or less invented the concept of tourism: as a cradle of ancient
civilisation and Renaissance splendour, the peninsula became de rigueur for
aesthetes and aristocrats. The famous “Grand Tour” was born in the 17th century
and ever since then tourism has been vital to the Italian economy: pre-Covid,
the country received 65 million visitors a year and, according to the Bank of
Italy, tourism (considered in the widest sense) represented 13% of the country’s
GDP.
But Italy,
so dependent on tourism, is also beginning to despair of it. Last week, a new
display was introduced in a bookshop in Venice that reveals, painfully and in
real time, the number of beds available in the city to tourists: at 48,596 (and
counting), it is perilously close to overtaking the number of residents in the
city: 49,365 (and falling). As recently as 2008, the respective figures were
12,000 and 60,000.
So a city
that is famously concerned about drowning in water is now more fretful about
drowning in humans. In January, Venice even introduced an entrance fee (varying
between €3 and €10) to access the city and its islands. The move wasn’t
controversial because it monetised tourism – that has always happened – but
because it made the city appear precisely what it is trying to avoid becoming:
a theme park, a time capsule for gawking, snap-happy visitors, more a relic
than actually alive.
The problem
is that mass tourism is turning destinations into the opposite of what they
once were. The attraction of the Cinque Terre is their stunning simplicity:
they have no great monuments as such, neither grand cathedrals nor castles,
just a sense of serenity, of human ingenuity and topographical grandeur (the
steep mountains, terraced and criss-crossed by paths where possible, host
pastel houses perched above an azure sea).
But the
serenity and simplicity can’t survive millions of wham-bam visitors a year. Two
weeks ago, Fabrizia Pecunia, the mayor of one of the five villages,
Riomaggiore, complained: “It’s no longer possible to postpone the debate about
how to handle tourist flows. If we don’t [find a solution], our days as a
tourist destination are numbered.” What tourist hot spots most yearned for a
decade or two ago – high numbers, influx and flows – is precisely what is now
causing them problems. During the peak season, the Balearic island of Mallorca
now has more than 1,000 flights landing every day.
The World
Tourism Organization predicts that by the end of this decade the flow of
international tourists will surpass 2 billion. What’s called “overtourism” is
already so acute that popular destinations are now doing the unthinkable, and
actively trying to dissuade or block arrivals. Last month, Amsterdam launched
“stay away” ads aimed at badly behaved Brits. The Greek island of Santorini, a
mere 29 square miles, had to cap cruise ship passengers to 8,000 a day in 2017.
Venice has blocked cruise ships and, in 2012, the anti-tourism message proved a
winning formula for a mayoral candidate in Barcelona.
Now the
road is so designated that you feel forced through a well-oiled funnel as
someone picks your pockets
But if the
tourism boom is often bad for locals, it’s equally depressing for visitors. The
fiction of tourism in the social media age is that we, as rugged adventurers,
are there by ourselves. But we’re only alone for that Instagram money shot. The
rest is full of crowds and discomfort. When a friend of mine foolishly went to
the Cinque Terre at Easter, there were long queues just to get on the footpaths
or to drink a coffee. She then had to queue for three hours just to board one
of the rickety trains home.
Anyone who
has been to Niagara Falls, say, or Stonehenge knows that natural or human
wonders have been mercilessly monetised. It now costs, for example, €34 to
visit the Angkor Wat temple in Cambodia. Visitors to famous sites often come
away feeling not uplifted, but fleeced by car-park charges, entry prices, food
stalls and so on. We’re bemused by the inauthenticity of the experience. Travel
used to be about adventure and hardship, sometimes solitude, but invariably
surprise and spontaneity. Now the road is so well-trodden and designated that
you feel forced through a well-oiled funnel as someone picks your pockets.
But the
sense of unease goes deeper. In the past we travelled to broaden and educate
the mind. Travellers suffered discomfort – a mule over the Alps, a clipper
across the Bay of Biscay – to absorb the wideness of the world, to feel small
or vulnerable perhaps, and to allow the learning of other cultures to
infiltrate their beings. Now, it seems, all that is reversed: there’s minimal
danger or risk to travel, and our big egos are imposed on a small world. Sites
are nothing more than the backdrop for our selfies because we go places not to
learn from them, but just to post and boast to others that we’ve been there.
Tobias Jones lives in Parma. His latest book is The Po: An Elegy for Italy’s Longest Ri
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