Theme park 🎢

The roller coaster is usually traced back to ice slides in seventeenth-century Russia, which is why several European languages still call it a "Russian mountain". The modern big wheel debuted at the 1893 Chicago World's Fair and took its English name from its builder, George Ferris. A day at a theme park is mostly spent queuing rather than riding.

Nature is low and adventure is high. Your heart has to race at least once over the weekend, and you pick thrills that people built over mountains or sea.

The lowest aesthetic reading in the pack. You buy reliable fun over atmosphere or nice photos. However long the line, you ride the scariest thing — then queue again. It's a day that ends with "that was fun" rather than an explanation of why.

You go well with someone who'll ride the scary ones with you. If one of you always waits at the exit holding the bags, both of you get half a day. In a bracket the theme park can last longer than you'd expect, because childhood memories are attached to it.

The nearest square is the night market, then the five-day market — all three are crowded weekends. The furthest is stargazing. One queues under the lights; the other goes looking for somewhere without any.