Many years ago, Stuart and I did a memorable five-week road trip across the USA. I was determined to see all the “world largest” sights within a reasonable driving distance of our route.

We were still pretty early in our relationship, which undoubtedly helped me convince him to drive 107 miles to see the World’s Largest Praying Hands. In peak traffic.

They were big. I got my picture.

The next time, he asked a lot more questions before agreeing to anything I suggested.

The large hands in front of an art gallery in Helsinki pale in comparison. But they made me smile.