‘We stayed up way past our bedtime and walked along a cobbled street full of shops selling gold’Obviously if you were deciding which Greek island to choose for a holiday on your own with a three-year-old, and somebody said, “Well, for God’s sake don’t go to Santorini. It might look like heaven, but there are hardly any beaches, because the villages are all at the top of steep volcanic cliffs, and it’s really expensive and full of couples on luxury honeymoons, and there’s nothing for kids to do, just loads of grownup restaurants where people gaze at each other like moony swans”, well, I think you can probably guess what’s coming next.I nodded at this sage advice, and booked our flights there immediately, because, despite all those warnings, I had seen some really nice pictures of it on Instagram. And I think that, at the end of our lives, it’s the photographs we will remember. Other people’s, largely. Continue reading...
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