It looks like we're not going to make one of those big trips this year, Hawaii, Mumbai. I said it one more year, as if we had ever done it. Furthermore, it is a matter of principle, we would like to see our land pass as quickly as possible. But that's why we're not going to give up, of course. The first was the beloved Montaigne, Journal du voyage en Italie, par la Suisse et l’Allemagne en 1580 et 1581. And I don't know if I follow the tests, but I do know it's complementary, if it's nothing more than the image itself. Without so much philosophical-literary work, there is hardly any space for everyday, simple, material life.

Because Montaigne's journey is aimed at Italy, more specifically at Rome, which seems like the throat of a post, perhaps the ambassador. I really preferred to go to Krakow or Greece. It doesn't matter, because here the road is more important than the goal. And notice what it finds on the road, the religious, the political, the civilizing. More terrestrial, talk about money or women of the company. Still too terrible, he explains how he has thrown down the kidney stone hardly. He prefers to go to the places visited by a few, because those visited by many are too well known, like Venice, which finds less admirable. There is no doubt that the visit to the Pope is being told, but it is becoming more acute in the circumcision of a Jewish child. And he ironically says that he is being proclaimed a citizen of Rome. “I don’t know what I’m going to look for abroad, but I know very well what I run from home.”

Stefan Zweig, the outbreak of World War II, compares Montaigne's with his time: as if they had been touched by the most violent depression in history after the highest summit in history. And he is famous for the effort to maintain independence in an increasingly savage and dependent society. “Among many other things, Montaigne teaches us to travel,” even in turbulent times like ours.