The gleaming white building – a giant beached whale of a building, perched on a glittering lake shore, pointing eastward across sunlit blue water, basking on a crystal clear day – unexpectedly moved. It slowly beat its wings.

No, I’m not on the Canadian tokes. I’ve been to Milwaukee, on the shores of Lake Michigan, watching the ridiculously over the top Quadracci Pavilion at the Art Museum, designed by Spanish architect, Santiago Calatrava, flap its stuff. It actually has wings.