You guessed it, still at the Cloisters

 Troy in silhouette flanked by some pillars.  That's my open handbag with contents partly spilling out.  'Nuff said. 

 Notice an irony in the window?  Troy did and so he took this picture.

I could wax lyrical about the abstract artistic qualities of this shot; actually it's illicitly taken, with a flash and because I did it with a guilty conscience while the guard's back was turned and therefore in a hurry, the camera moved.  It gives you an idea of one of the inside rooms though.  And here endeth the photo essay of our wonderful visit to the Cloisters Musuem in NYC recently, a treasure trove of ancient art and sculptures.