Good days are to be gathered like sunshine in grapes; to be trodden and bottled into wine and kept to age, to sip at ease beside the fire. If the traveler has vintaged well, he needs to wander no longer, the ruby moments glow in his glass at will.

There is a great moment, when you see, however distant – the goal of your wandering. The thing which has been living in your imagination suddenly becomes a part of the tangible world.

Travel does what good novelists also do to the life of everyday, placing it like a picture in a frame or a gem in its setting, so that the intrinsic qualities are made more clear. Travel does this with the very stuff that everyday life is made of, giving to it the sharp contour and meaning of art.

To awaken quite alone in a strange town is one of the pleasantest sensations in the world.