On a balmy October afternoon in Orlando, while Harry Potter fans in hooded robes were braving hair-raising rides at the Universal Studios theme park, a few miles across town, my 11-year-old daughter Georgie was admiring an Art Nouveau vase.
I should explain, in case you’re wondering, that Georgie doesn’t normally have a particular yen for vases. She’s generally keener on all things K-pop, manga and Harry Potter-related, and if there are rollercoasters or water parks involved, you’ll be hard-pushed to drag her away. My partner Henry and I had decided, however, that although we were visiting the theme park capital of the world, we would split our trip in two, visiting not only Universal Studios but also exploring another, lesser-known side to Orlando.
