Pillows are piled invitingly in a niche near the window. I'd love to sit and relax a while and take everything in, but I envision museum guards instantly appearing from nowhere. I like to think that Queen Marie, who looks down from the wall, would say "Halt! It's OK. Let him stay as long as he likes—he's welcome here." Then I come out of my reverie and realize there are crowds of other visitors who would say "What about us?"