When you’re a kid, everything is an adventure. A pavement is a runway; your arms the wings of a Boeing-747; your mouth and lips the noisey, spluttering engine. You can make magnificent medieval castles out of sheets and you can fight off any danger with your fabled Blade of Mercy (so long as mum’s not using it to mash potatoes).
You have to picture Europe as one giant bowl of ratatouille: there’s a bit of everything in there, it’s delicious and surprising, but it can be tricky to know where to begin. Do you pack as many flavours into a two-week trip as possible, or spend 12 days carefully peeling back the layers of a single onion, er, country? It all comes back to time: how much of it you have and where you like to spend it.