Touring the Colusseum, surrounded by ancient ruins, hearing stories of the gladiators.  

Hearing a car honk angrily at an intersection, then, hilariously, realizing the driver is a nun.  

Emerging from a subway station in Milan, confronted by the intricate arches and cold statues of the Duomo.   

Watching It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia with strangers-now-friends in the hostel. 

Making a hurried journey to the Eiffel tower at night.  

A string ensemble playing music in the busy metro station. 

Regarding Michangelo's David in all its marbled glory.   

Chuckling as you address a postcard to friends at home: the picture is a closeup of David's rock-hard backside. 

Touring the fairytale-esque castles of a long-dead king.   

Sitting next to an older woman on the train, both of you in silence, not speaking the other's language, then exchanging smiles full of well-wishes as you get up to leave. 

Walking through the fashion district: Gucci, Prada, Dolce & Gabana.   

Observing a tiny child with a sassy attitude cross her arms in sulky defiance of her parents.

Standing on tiptoe to glimpse the Mona Lisa.

An unexpected connection with a club-promoter: "Utah Jazz!  Malone!"

 Craning your neck to survey the vast ceiling of the Sistine Chapel.
  
Precariously concocting a stack of tuna sandwiches in a miniscule washroom on the train.

Art.  Beauty.  Life.