Lachlan isn't an artist. His brother has told him on more than one occasion that he doesn't have an artistic or creative or fanciful bone in his body. He might be right. But that just makes Yancey's enthusiastic answer all the more interesting to him. And, maybe, more endearing too. He gives a small nod and an uncertain smile that makes it clear he doesn't completely understand but that he's trying to. "Paris is diverse when it comes to architecture; it's got everything from Gallo-Roman to Baroque to Contemporary. Seeing it all side by side and blending together...it's pretty cool."

Then he glances down at the photographs and shrugs. "I'm not much of a photographer. But it's good to be able to look back on these things, you know?" He pauses, then offers Yancey a lopsided grin, "Dinnae tell your sister I said so. She thinks I should take pride in my pictures. I dinnae have the heart to tell her I probably just got lucky last time."