With that I leave you with a poem:
The Journey by Charles Baudelaire from his famous book "Les Fleurs du Mal"
Excerpt from "Le Voyage"
But the true travelers travel for travel's sake
Hearts tugging like balloons
They never turn aside from their fate
And without knowing why are always muttering "Away!"
Baudelaire was French, so suits a pic from Paris from my visit a few years back.