Every destination

A pocket-sized medieval city of canals, brick gables and Gothic towers — the storybook heart of Flanders.

The world's smallest country — a walled enclave of Renaissance art and Baroque grandeur at the heart of Rome.

Norway's fjord-head capital — a low, walkable city of forested hills, waterfront saunas and a boldly modern skyline.

Sweden's easygoing west-coast port — canals and grand boulevards, seafood halls and a shore of car-free islands.

Sweden's cool, multicultural south — medieval squares, a twisting tower and a bridge to Copenhagen, all wrapped in Öresund sea air.

A harbour capital of copper spires, painted quays and bicycles — where fairy tales, royal palaces and New Nordic cooking meet.

Germany's mighty port on the Elbe — red-brick warehouses, a glassy wave of a concert hall, and more bridges than Venice.

A thousand-year Hanseatic port on the Weser, where a giant stone knight and four bronze animals guard Germany's most storybook market square.

A leafy town just south of Brussels whose name marks the field where Napoleon met his final defeat.

The capital of Belgium and of Europe — gilded guild houses, an irreverent sense of humour, and the continent's finest chocolate, beer and fries.

Where France turns Flemish — ornate brick squares, Europe's biggest flea market, and moules-frites under grey northern skies.

A grand river-city of limestone boulevards, café terraces and Gothic towers — the capital that taught the world how a city should look.

Roman walls, Gothic lanes and Gaudí's dreamlike towers on a warm Mediterranean shore — the restless, art-mad capital of Catalonia.

An open-air museum where emperors, popes and everyday Romans piled three thousand years of stone, golden layer on golden layer.

A fortress city on dramatic sandstone cliffs, its old town riddled with tunnels and split by a deep green gorge.

A bold, modern port city rebuilt from the ashes of war — cube houses, glass towers and a swan-white bridge on the wide grey Maas.

The Netherlands' seat of government and the world's capital of justice — parliament, palaces, Vermeer and a North Sea beach.

A ring of Golden Age canals, gabled merchant houses and world-class art, laced together by bridges and bicycles.

Belgium's great port and diamond city on the Scheldt — Rubens' hometown, wrapped around a soaring Gothic spire.

A low wooden city of coloured warehouses and cobbled lanes, gathered around the grave of a saint-king at the edge of a fjord.

A rebuilt fjord-mouth town where one of Norway's finest salmon rivers, a proud rock-music scene and a working sawmill museum meet.

A quietly handsome Trøndelag town at the head of the fjord — rebuilt after the war, ringed by rock carvings, burial mounds and salmon rivers.

A quiet stone town on the river Meuse whose name marks two hinges of European history — the treaty that split Charlemagne's empire and the longest battle of the First World War.

A quiet hilltop village in the wooded Argonne hills, crowned by a medieval chapel and a wide forest panorama, and marked forever by two world wars.

A compact Walloon town climbing to a belfry on the fertile Hesbaye plain, where a thousand-year abbey grew into Belgium's oldest school of agriculture.

A dead-flat Dutch peat colony strung along two straight canals, where cheap peat fuel once fed a glass industry that made it 'the glass village' of Drenthe.

A cobbled Danish hillside town where a narrow fjord meets a long lake, crowned by a soaring Gothic cathedral and remembered as the cradle of Nordic Protestantism.

A green farming valley strung along one of Norway's great salmon rivers, watched over by a stone church that has stood for more than 800 years.

A tiny fishing village huddled around a sheltered sound on Norway's windswept Fosen coast, where veteran sailing boats still glide through the water each August.

A little white lighthouse with a red top, standing alone on a bare skerry at the edge of the open sea, its stone base painted an unexplained green.

A vast, treeless mountain plateau in central Norway, crowned by glacier-capped Snøhetta and roamed by wild reindeer and Europe's only viable wild population of musk oxen.

A broad valley town ringed by mountains, where a huge Viking burial field, a royal mountain road and Norway's wild musk oxen frame one of its great outdoor playgrounds.

A wooden town climbing the hills above Norway's largest lake, where Olympic ski jumps crown the ridge and a Nobel novelist once wrote by the fire.

A fertile green peninsula reaching into the Trondheimsfjord, famous as the ancient seat of the Frostating — one of Norway's oldest law-assemblies.

A small, low, flat island in the Trondheimsfjord where the ruins of a medieval abbey and a light modern nunnery share green meadows and birdsong.

A tiny wooded islet in the Trondheimsfjord, ringed by a round 17th-century fortress and layered with a thousand years of monks, prisoners and executions.

Denmark's storybook third city on the island of Funen — Hans Christian Andersen's birthplace, wrapped around a cathedral that guards a murdered king.

The sixteen-kilometre road-and-rail link between Denmark and Sweden that dives through a tunnel, surfaces on a man-made island, and soars over the strait on cable-stayed pylons.

A quiet farming valley under the fells of Gudbrandsdalen, guarding a stave church that has stood for eight centuries beneath a startling red tower.

Charlemagne's capital at the corner of three countries — a golden imperial chapel, hot sulphur springs and hard spiced Printen.

A long, quiet valley of pine forest and pale reindeer lichen along the Glomma, the old road north to Trondheim — guarded by a ten-metre moose in polished steel.

Where the road out of the cold Andes finally runs out of mountain: two rivers meet, the air turns warm and green, and the jungle begins.

The wind-scoured notch, higher than Mont Blanc, where Peru's Central Highway tops out four hours above Lima — black rock, mine lakes and half the air you woke up in.

Peru's fog-wrapped desert capital, where colonial balconies, adobe pyramids and some of the world's most celebrated kitchens share one clifftop coast.

The Inca capital that Spain built a baroque city on top of — tiled roofs and gilded altars resting on walls of mortarless stone, 3,400 metres up in the Andes.

A town of bright tin roofs wedged into a cloud-forest gorge and reachable only by train — the last stop before Machu Picchu.

A wind-scoured saddle at 4,630 m below the glaciers of Salkantay, where the long walk to Machu Picchu tips over into jungle.

The bed you fall into after the pass — a scatter of tin roofs, tents and grass-thatched huts at 2,900 m, where the walk to Machu Picchu drops out of the ice and lands in the cloud forest.

An Inca royal estate of green terraces and mortarless granite, balanced on a cloud-forest ridge 2,430 metres up between two peaks.

A living Inca town beneath a hillside of colossal terraces — and the platform where almost every Machu Picchu traveller boards the train.