There is a point in all European holidays that the amazement of the old, the 400 ear old church becomes second nature, what just a week ago was amazing, what you were marveling at becomes commonplace. It's then that you understand the locals who are rushing past, a week ago your thought it was terribly sad, now you understand that it's everyday.
Sure you still point a camera at the Statues, but it's a little half hearted - It now not in wonder of the craftmanship, now its about what quip you can make on Instagram, what you think is funny and amusing - A Man yells at cloud joke and a barb about what animal that is meant to be is the sum outcome of mastery, a preservation for a few hundred years.
