Escape hatch

On the floor where my office is, at the blank end of a long corridor, the powers-that-be put up a different travel poster every season. At the moment, we are being invited to spend the fall in Paris. This makes no psychological sense to me at all. Why should gazing longingly at the Eiffel Tower make it easier to get through the repetitious routine of an eight-hour workday in a New York high-rise? But then, I may not be the ideal target audience.