It can take months of searching for the correct flat in the most convenient part of the city we have chosen. That is all well and good, but what if you can’t decide where you want to go?
On my first trip to Iceland, almost ten years ago, I was told in all good faith by elderly Scottish ladies that there were indeed no trees in Iceland.
The water is clear; we can see down to the bottom of the canal. The limestone which has settled on the floor of this famous scene has given the water a beautiful turquoise hue.
London is the great beast to which we all must pledge our allegiance, lest we fall in to a pit of penury and parochiality.
In the space of a few hours we’d traversed the whole of Swedish history, and wallowed in deep Swedish countryside, all in central Stockholm.
I came here by mistake. I was as shocked by this as anyone. This was not a scheduled stop in my journey home. Not today.
Paris was always going to be a let-down, surely? Tourist traps and over-priced hidden extras.