Hazards of the cultural life

I spent the afternoon at the National Gallery, mostly at a wonderful exhibit of Byzantine art. (No photography allowed, unfortunately.)

All those sad-eyed saints (plus a crowd of art lovers including four or five priests) accidentally got quite an eyeful when I took my sweatshirt off because I was warm and the t-shirt I was wearing underneath came with it. I was mortified. Mortified! But the only possible thing to do was to pretend I for some reason really wanted to be half naked in public and put my shirt on again as quickly as I could. Then I stared intently at the mosaic in front of me until all witnesses had moved on to the next room.

Here's the evening sky over the mall as I was leaving.