Cardinal sin.

At the Vatican we became mightily interested in the purchase of a bust of Julius Caesar when we realised it was going for the lowly price of 245 yourOhs. The lady of the Vatican shop and her mate Antonio were strangely doubtful of the sale and put many obstacles in our way. Their first offer was for us to order one online, when we didn't immediately bite at that. They said, we'd never get it in a suitcase - to which we said - we'd take it as hand luggage - Nigel is used to carrying heavy foreign bodies through customs (usually his own after a very long holiday) but this suggestion was also met with narrowed eyed suspicion by the Italians. There then ensued a stream of conversation between them, two or three telephone calls and many dark looks thrown at us until it became clear to us that the 'busts' for sale were not actually kept in the shop. To be fair this only became clear when a fella the size of a house came running in, swearing and sweating bullets with Julius in a crate on his shoulder. We both took one look at the size of the crate and realised we'd never get that on board - Dreamliner or no Dreamliner. As we ran shame faced down the Vatican exit plug hole, we saw Julius being unceremoniously carted back to the Vatican dungeons. Our guilt and disappointment was short lived as we emerged into the sunshine to see if we could find a really good Caesar salad instead.