Last time I was in Europe, the kids were not. I sent them a postcard from Altea, a pretty old town with postcard-worthy white houses stepping down the hill towards azure water. The postcard has been on the kitchen cupboard since, so I took them to see the place for real.
Two family portraits in the one outing! That's unusual, and proof that Altea was not busy – it was siesta time, and the mercury was hovering in the late 30's – so it meant that we could leave the camera on timer without worrying that someone in the crowd would pick it up and run with it
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