just the ticket

Imagine if there were public places where no photographs or recordings of any kind were allowed. The only record of what had taken place there would be in the human memory which could be passed on by word of mouth. Or later passed on by crude drawings which depicted what had happened or had been witnessed. Or later still in the form of written word which described in great detail what had been seen.
Well - I always love going to Brighton Pavilion - it's a sumptuous treat.