In Italy I wasn't allowed to take pictures of certain landmarks and works of art, and this caused me some mental anguish.  It's not that I have a problem obeying arbitrary rules; I'm a functioning member of society after all.  It was more that I couldn't understand the reason those arbitrary laws were put in place, i.e. no one benefited from my feigned respect.  In the Sistine Chapel, there were no pictures allowed at all.  This makes sense because people are stupid and don't know how to take indoor pictures without using their flash, and since flash harms painted works of art, it's probably just easier to forbid all picture-taking.  That's fine.  But at a cemetery in Venice, I couldn't understand what was preventing me from snapping a few shots.  Surely the dead people don't care.  And I have enough common decency to not take paparazzi photos of mourners at a funeral.  The only thing preventing me from taking pictures was a silly little sign asking me to not take pictures.  There was no obvious reason.  There was no enforcement.  Nobody benefited.  And I think intent plays an important role in all this.  None of the pictures I took, whether legal or illegal, were done for the purpose of showing disrespect.  If somebody felt disrespected in the process, I kind of feel like that's not my problem. #psychology