I once took a group of Hopi students to the North Rim of the Grand Canyon on an outing, and people started taking more pictures of them than the Canyon and marveling at the “real Indians.” The children were gracious and amused. Used to tourists traipsing through Hopi knocking on doors, interrupting their meals sometimes, asking if anyone had any pottery or baskets to sell, as if the villages were Disney creations and all the houses were store to buy “trinkets” from…