Having a photographer as a father, I have been dragged to gallery after gallery. Eventually my brother and I complained so much that we slowly stopped going to every single gallery seen on vacation. Yet this piece that I am about to introduce was not seen in a museum. I was in London with my mother in 7th grade for spring vacation. As we head back to our hotel in a taxi, we went around a round about. In the center there was a bronze statue. It stood tall and was simply beautiful. I had to ask what it was and our taxi driver said it stood for "peace".