One other incident comes to mind, but this was in New York. Hubby was browsing through an art gallery with his colleague. The owner, an Italian, walks up and figures my hubby is Indian. Immediately starts praising MF Hussain, a leading Indian painter and gently prods him towards his paintings. He senses disinterest, moves away.
Then, he catches them admiring a painting by a Brazilian painter, I forget his name. He's a young fella of 35 or so. The owner starts his spiel on how talented this painter is and if he dies his paintings will be a good investment. To which hubby's colleague said - But he is only around 35, why will he die?
Owner says - You buy, I kill him tomorrow!
Of course, he was joking, I hope!
