Art Museum

Tori, my newest friend.

It was slightly as if she were looking at herself, or at least someone much like her.

Two beautiful ladies on a bench.  And also Picasso.

Christine.

Notes: Forgive me if the ornate frame details are overwhelming, I couldn't help but focus on the frames once I had taken notice of them.  Finally, upon the security guards encouraging us to go home so they could close the museum, there was a wonderfully-patterned grate sort-of-thing, as well as some pleasant foliage as we exited the building.  And so, the above.