It was not a Parajanov rabbit hole. It was a Clark Gable rabbit hole and there were doors and furniture falling all around, and I had time to observe it as I fell. I learned a lot about the man who apparently bought my wedding silver before me, and now I have some serious ick factor.

But I was waiting for everyone else to eat, so it was usefully distracting? It kept me from running off to the antiquities exhibit without everyone else? Looking back, that probably would have been a better choice, but given how angry my hips are after that many hours in a cold, marble environment, it was probably the right choice. *sigh* so much museum, so little time.