Italian masters educate me on the rights of the lord and lining up

There was a loud altercation at the head of the line. A big Chinese chap was shouting angrily and stabbing his finger at museum attendants. Everyone turned to look and I thought a fight was going to break out. Our Chinese friend explained the man was protesting about someone cutting in line.

We could appreciate his annoyance. We were at the very end of the line, which snaked up and down the National Museum of China. We were all waiting to see the latest exhibition, Renaissance in Florence: Masterpieces and their Protagonists.

Several hundred people, mostly young Chinese, were ahead of us in the line, which hardly seemed to be moving.