In the 1960s, I had my first ever holiday abroad, in Italy. It was thrilling, colorful and completely different from anywhere I had ever been before. I have just experienced a return to that magical time before mass tourism, looking at sights again as if I have come out of a long hibernation. Going there just now is strange, but the atmosphere is welcoming. Tourists even in small numbers are greeted with much enthusiasm.
It was hard to know what to expect in airports and on planes, but I need not have worried. In fact, it was the best flying experience ever. Airports were deserted with many shops closed, but there were no queues and arrangements for boarding and disembarking were well organized with extra precautions for spacing, timing and