Today when you invite your granddaughter to accompany you on a grand tour of Europe and its cultural history or in this instance three weeks in London, you do not start the journey by sea calling into the great duty-free ports of Asia, Singapore, Aden, Cairo, you fly over them. In the days of my grandmother, I was enthralled by her descriptions of those magical places and their bazaars and the bargaining dictated by local tradition. Later, I was to follow in some of her footsteps through these exotic places but now, with Estella in our Qantas Dreamliner, we were flying over them.