It’s called “working.” Ok, here is the postcard shot:

This felt so weird taking this photo because this was an object that could potentially talk back. I can’t imagine having random strangers come up to me and taking pictures of me. He is what the guy with the Kaiser Wilhelm helmet on is guarding:

Not to mention this thing:

And this guy:

I didn’t take this photo, but I think the Swedish king is absolutely freakin’ adorable. You can’t say that about many monarchs in the world.

Anyway, back to the behemouth. I was walking around this thing and walked up a flight of stairs and suddenly felt these eyes on me. I look up and see this thing:

I felt bad for this guy too. He didn’t look too happy:

Well, as luck would have it, I didn’t get to see the inside of this thing because it was Monday and these kinds of places seemed to be closed. Boo hoo.