"Oh, it's, um," Yancey raises his arms, looking a bit like a conductor. His hands hang in the air for a moment while he thinks of what he wants to say. And then, once he's figured it out, he attempts, with varied success, to illustrate what he's describing with hand gestures. "The lines of things. The repetition and color contrast - like all the old buildings with tons of wrought iron around windows and balconies? That was pretty cool. There's so many unique shapes in the architecture."

Then he laughs, walking his enthusiasm back a bit. "Gave me a few ideas. Um, did you get many interesting pictures?"