De Botton only manages to leave the hotel room once he is too irritated by the maid to stay—just as he leaves London from frustration with its weather, he only leaves the comfort of his hotel room because he can no longer stand it. Unlike in Barbados, in Madrid nothing outside truly appeals to him. He does not understand the point of taking photos, which foreshadows his later essay on drawing, for he feels no need to document his experience and nothing about Old Madrid quite catches his eye. Humboldt’s quest is driven by its novelty, but de Botton finds Madrid’s tourist attractions stale and their importance overplayed.