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Twenty-four hours on the island of Capri where the Faraglioni finally got their turn — but the hotel, the lemonade and a whirlpool had plans of their own.The first time I saw Capri, it was under a grey sky and Christmas lights. The sea was grey, the streets were decorated for Christmas, and Capri felt more like a winter excursion than the Mediterra

I returned to Edinburgh for Elizabeth II’s private rooms. W Edinburgh rewrote the script. By the time I reached Edinburgh, Queen Elizabeth II had already hijacked my Scottish itinerary from beyond the grave. Balmoral had top billing. It was the reason for returning to Scotland: the private Highland estate where the late Queen spent her summers, r

I arrived by ferry, walked through the Old Town at minus eighteen and discovered that a medieval capital could not compete with an excellent dinner and a warm spa. Tallinn’s medieval walls, edited to reflect how that minus-eighteen morning actually felt. Tallinn was not the main destination of this journey. It was one carefully chosen overnight s