Good call Marmora Man! (Typing that made me feel that perhaps you ought to be wearing a mask, a cape and some tights with your pants on the outside. but I digress...) Dawn over the alps in winter, no one about and the lights of Grenoble shining through the blanket of cloud in the valley below. I had a large sackful of warm baguettes on my back at the time, which added a certain je ne sais quoi. Dusk in Hong Kong, looking out from the Peak over the South China Sea; islands floating in light and mist and all that. A near-empty pub with a roaring log fire in the middle of a cold and rainy day. Everyone else was a work. Can't remember what I was doing or why I wasn't at work too. I do know that I was cold, tired and thirsty and very glad of a cosy sit down with a pint and the chance to drink it in peace and quiet. It was somewhere in West London; I forget where now. Shame, as it had a lovely, almost Platonic quality of pubness to it that I'd love to revisit. The Venus de Milo. I was in the Louvre but didn't know it was there. Wasn't expecting to see it at all and so, when I stumbled upon it, was able to see it fresh and free of all the preconceptions I would probably otherwise have taken to it.