Ha Ha,
My parents are Asian immigrants who came over in early 1950's. When they were courting in the mid 60's they went all over-eg: Lake District, stately homes, museums cathedrals and so forth. They must have stood out a mile.
There are loads of black and white photos of my mum in her sari, stood in front of some country pile, mountain or whatever, with her bag beside her-no doubt full of onion bhajis, samosas plus the all important thermos of tea.
When DB and I were children, every Sunday we went somewhere different with them- to the point that my mum had a folder, with all the routes to get to whatever place, in case we went again!
Im sure it's where I developed my love of history- i never weekended as a child in the 'modern world'.
DP is as WASP as you can get and hasn't been to half the places I've been to as his family just didn't do that kind of thing(is one of 7 children, so would have been a bit of a mission, back in the day).
Sorry, haven't actually answered OP's question, but just thought I'd tell you my experiences.