make our way to the city center, hoping to find food as we went. An hour later, we were still walking. We weren’t exactly lost, but we’d misjudged the distance and had to stop at regular intervals to get our bearings. We still hadn’t found food that everyone could agree on, and the gray skies had become a steady drizzle. I urged my children on with the promise of dessert after lunch and money to spend in the museum’s gift shop, but treats and souvenirs are no match for weather and hunger. They were cold