One of my favorite pastimes lately is visiting condo display suites. These weird fake apartments are like museums of 21st century life curated by aliens. There will be nothing but a six-pack of Red Bull in the fridge, five identical shirts in the walk-in closet, a pair of never-used reading glasses sitting on an obviously never-read book lying open on the night table.

Usually the salesperson will leave you alone to snoop around and take pictures at your leisure. I've often been tempted to steal a Red Bull or a bottle of wine. Or a shirt. I guess the occasional theft must be adequately covered by the $1.5 million price tag (the cost of these 25th-floor suites located across the street from the art gallery downtown. Penthouses: $8 mil).

Here's me in my downtown camouflage.

Does this count as urban exploration?