I was floored by Andre’s bold statement and pivoted, staring over the edge of the balcony at the lit-up fountain below. It had a god in the middle, which I did not know, but he was being flooded with water at his feet.

I watched as the levels of the fountain rose and fell, the spotlights accentuating the statues’ features. Whoever crafted the fountain had done so in both cement and marble. That was rare.

Yet, that type of unique art couldn’t tear me away from how ...