Some days it comes. Some days you wait for it to come. When you have to wait for it to come, go look for a tourist office. When the tourist office is closed until October, go look for coffee. When everyone in the world is smoking in the cafe, check out the market where there are shirts and cheese and, yes, the best roast chicken you will ever eat with your hands on a park bench outside the library. And when you are done, and wiping greasy fingers on your socks because you forgot to steal napkins from the smoky cafe, it will not need to come because you will have already arrived.