Holidays Abroad One of the less important but more delightful consequences flowing from the state of peace is that international travel is once more possible.
If anyone doubts, as he sadly surveys his butter ration or helps with ill grace in the washing-up, whether for him, personally, peace really does have her victories, let him go and stand outside Victoria Station and read the triumphant legend there displayed: “Direct routes to Paris and all parts of the Continent via Dover-Calais, “Dover – Ostend, Folkestone – Boulogne, “and Newhaven-Dieppe.”
The poetry inherent in these words is manifest and the associations they conjure up are magical.
Of course, things are not quite what they used to be; indeed they never are.
It will scarcely be possible yet to visit Rome and Munich for the opera; See the relics of crusaders in the grey Dalmatian ports; Climb the pyramids in Egypt; walk in Versailles’ ordered parks; Sail in gondolas in Venice, feed the pigeons at St. Mark’s. But there yet remain several delectable fields for the traveller to conquer, and if he can surmount the twin obstacles of securing a passport and a passage his reward will surely be rich.