Following our visit to Godsbanen, we decided to go for coffee at ARoS. ARoS is perhaps Aarhus’ most iconic building. It features a huge multi-coloured, flying saucer shaped, walk-around gallery on the roof. Downstairs is the art gallery. Monet is on at the moment.

When we entered the building by one of its imposing revolving doors, the huge cafe looked unusually busy. But we’d never visited it on a Saturday afternoon.

We were drawn to the glass box that is the book and gift shop.

I decided to try on some new reading glasses.

Sarah liked a particular pair and encouraged me to look at myself in a mirror.

There were no mirrors so I had the idea of looking at myself using my iPhone camera.

I was just about to flip the camera into selfie mode when I suddenly saw what you would have thought I’d have seen straight away.

Through the glass wall of the bookshop there must have been over a hundred people sitting in chairs taking part in a huge life drawing class.

To begin with, a twenty-something girl, wearing only her tattoos, bent over on a podium in the middle of what was usually the cafe.

Behind her, a slightly more challenging female was reclining, legs akimbo, while row upon row of eager artists put charcoal to paper.

A mature looking woman was doing the rounds of the room, occasionally showcasing someone’s work by holding it above her head, giving commentary via a wireless microphone.

In the far corner, there was a stuffed bear on a stage covered by black fabric.

The cafe had been made artificially small, partitioned off for the event. But because the remaining part of the seating area featured stools and high tables, everyone having their lunch was treated to a view of the nudists.

As we began drinking our coffee, a man appeared near the bear, wearing a mustard coloured towel around his waist.

Upon the command from the master of ceremonies woman, the two girls changed their poses and he popped up on stage, making a kind of muscle man move, before narrowly missing falling into the bear.

As he regained his composure, we lost ours.

His first pose involved him thrusting out his waist, hands on hips, giving all and sundry a commanding view of his not inconsiderable, shaved, gentleman’s log cabin.

Sarah, at this point was getting the titters. Big time.

Minutes later, it was time for another change of pose.

This time, our gent is bending over as if riding a motorbike, scratching the backs of his legs. Meat and two veg swinging artistically, creating a kind of Balinese shadow puppet show shadow against the backdrop.

We quizzed one of the sweet teenage waitresses about the spectacle - the show, not his appendage - and she told us it was a special event put on by the design college.

As the tattooed one thrust out her boobs in another change of artistic shape, we left the building and walked home along the river, in a way permanently affected by what we’d just seen.