Ibiza for The Three Generations: a Friday-to-Monday weekend

The town's flat promenade of plane trees and benches, with the harbour at one end and ice cream at the other; everyone finds their pace.

Through the drawbridge gate and up the stepless ramp to the first bastion, where there is a bench, a cannon, and the whole harbour.

The island's classic dining room since 1934, with a long table and a menu that suits eight and eighty; the guisat de peix is for sharing.

The little coastal ferry down to Cala Llonga and back, twenty minutes each way with the cliffs alongside; a flat landing at both ends.

The town's café since 1933, with a terrace on the main street, a long menu of Ibizan dishes and a cake counter for the youngest.

The old stone bridge over the island's only river, a flat riverside path to it from the promenade, and ducks for the children.

Drive the causeway between the pink pools and stop at the viewpoints for flamingos and the salt stacks; no walking required.

A flat village square with a white church, two galleries and shade, where the grandparents sit with a coffee while the children circle.

A 300-year-old farmhouse with a terrace on the village plaza and lamb from the next valley; a long table outside at seven is easy to book.

A short boardwalk round the island's first town on a red headland, with benches facing the sea; the car park is at the gate.

A white fortress church with a flat plaza in front and a cool nave inside; five minutes from the airport road.

Lunch on a wooden deck above Es Cavallet beach, paella for the table and a flat walk to the water; the airport is fifteen minutes away.