One of my lockdown reads has been Mark Twain’s delightful account of a cultural cruise by a party of Americans to various European countries around the Mediterranean, culminating in the Holy Land and Egypt. The author disarmingly titles it The Innocents Abroad, and makes full play with the travellers’ ignorance of the countries and peoples they encounter in the course of it.
Holding back the tide of hens and stags is a mug’s game
Many beautiful cities have tried and failed to tame the rowdy crowds.
