... Ryan, who spotted the St Louis arch - aka Jefferson National Expansion Memorial - cramped into its snow dome, and snuggled up next to Big Ben and Gaudi's Cathedral, in the "after" shot of the previous post.
You would think the poor child's parents are never at home, though he has bought some of his collection himself. They are not all that practical as travel souvenirs: we brought five big domes home from the US in 2005, and that was about half a suitcase full.
There are a few St Louis readers of this blog who will be horrified to know that until I went to St Louis I had not heard of The Arch; but not many who've made the trip up inside it who will be surprised to know that until I made that ascent I did not really know the meaning of claustrophobia. A tram runs up and down each side of the arch, where each carriage is a tiny capsule seating five people (ten knees all touching) a few steps higher than the one beneath, and then the capsules then ascend like a string of beads, one above the other, till you come out at the top.
The Arch is much larger than it appears in the snowdome (as you might expect) and is a thing of great technical beauty.
And the view is extraordinary.
The Mississippi is also much larger than it appears in the snow dome, where it looks as if the poor boat (in fact, a floating casino) is about to sail off the face of a very flat earth.