When I think back to the times that I have found real inspiration in art and culture it has usually been when I found it in situ: the prehistoric art in the caves of southern France; the hieroglyphic paintings in the tombs of Luxor, now wandering the marvelous winding streets of Rome. It's as if, like certain foods, art doesn't travel very well. Sometimes in these cases, guides have added a great deal to my sense of appreciation - mainly when their own reverence for their subject could be sensed. Guides who work purely for commercial motivations should be at all times shunned. In Modena someone introduced us to a Pietre Viventi volunteer who took us around the cathedral. He was able to convey, much more successfully than any commercial guide, the spiritual motivations behind the beauty that we were witnessing. There was recently in the news the plaintive story of the Easter Island residents who traveled to the British Museum to ask for the return of their Moai: "We want the museum to understand that the moai are our family, not just rocks. For us [the statue] is a brother; but for them it is a souvenir or an attraction,” one of them said.