I don’t love Belgrade. There are things I like at lot. I love the fortress; it is everything I think of as a medieval castle and I think my childhood fairy-tale reading is blessed by misinformation. I love the ice-cream, the opportunity to eat food that isn’t fried cheese. The riverside is lovely, there are some beautiful old buildings if you hunt them out. But it just doesn’t really super-wow me.

Nevertheless we have an enjoyable, and blessedly air-conditioned few days here waiting for the heat to break. I learn that the quickest way to endear myself to a Serb is to mention Novak Djokovic, even if he is not a favourite of mine (go Raffa!). I enjoy my time here; I just don’t love it.