so we fly to paris, walk along the banks of the Seine, take in the Louvre, push past the revellers to stand before the Monalisa, to look on in wonder; at what exactly the fuss is about. Engage in debate about art as transformative taking us from the mechanical toward the miraculous. ayadayadayad....
We'd then go get une baguette and a pomme anglaise and take photo's of the Eiffel tower. Good ones too. We'd be all arty and creative.
we could throw stones into the clyde, determine what the rubbish is, eat wotsits and get tipsy on cider.