Took Dad to the market and he stopped abruptly just inside the door.
"Wow! Look at all this stuff! It's amazing! The color and choices...It would take you all day just to figure out what you want."
My father, Bob, has the kind of dementia that makes him a time traveler from the 1950's. At ninety he has no short term memory. Consequently it is like hanging out with someone who sees the world as a futuristic, amazing place. Luckily, he sees beauty everywhere.