
A guard saw my little teeny flash and starting yelling at me. And that damn guard followed me around for the rest of my visit. I even explained that there was a lady who took a picture before I did, with a MUCH BIGGER FLASH, but that apparently was not the right thing to tell her, because she yelled at me more. I finally escaped to the bathroom, hung out for a while, and made my hasty exit once I was assured she did not wait for me outside the door.
Moral of the story? When taking pictures of art, well, just don't take pictures of great art, ok?
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