Sandro Botticelli, The Virgin and the Child (photo from Museo Poldi Pezzoli)
My favourite travel memory is one from our recent trip to Europe. Walking around the art galleries, baby bear would point to the Madonna and child paintings: "baby, baby" my baby would say. It was so beautiful my heart nigh wept.
Most of the time in the museums I carried her on my hip for fear of not being able to pay for anything that got broken, but there were some areas where everything was behind glass or out of reach. I had nothing to fear though - she wasn't the slightest bit interested in most of the displays. She did, however, take the opportunity to rearrange the furniture - if there was an empty museum guard's chair it ended up being dragged halfway across the room.
Travelling with a little one in Europe was a real joy. People responded so well to baby bear - they actually stopped in the street in Milan to exclaim 'che bella bimba'*. No 'che bella mama' for the ragged woman behind her who had just carried la bimba, stroller and all, up an entire flight of steps out of the metro but oh well, compliments, you take them where you can!
* What a beautiful little girl