I'm not much of an art fancier, but I remember warmly my visits as a child and young man to the DIA. Our family often took in George Pierrot's travelogues on Sundays there, and they never failed to whet my appetite for travel. Afterwards, wandering about the place was always fun, even though I had no true appreciation for what I was viewing.

How does it rank? To me, that's a trivial question. It ranks #1 in warm memories of times long gone, so there.