This is a picture with a story.

This is taken outside of the Austrian Treasury.  If you look down past all the gaurds you will see the door in. 

The day before we went to the Treasury we went to one of the old Emperial Residences.  However, this particular palace has a curious habit:  if you arrive in the morning you see about 60% of the building.  If you arrive in the afternoon you see about 60%... but only a third of what you see is what the people in the morning saw.  They achieve this odd effect by closing and opening different doors, and turning some one-way signs around.  However, we arrived at the Residence in the late morning.  About a quarter of the way through our journey odd things started happening.  First they would close up a room after we left it.  Then we would go through a door and the people in it weren't the people who were just ahead of us.  Then we came through some rooms we had already been through, but backwards.  About an hour into this we were tired, sick of looking at old opulent, small furniture and wanted *out*.  But we were only 20% of the way through the afternoon portion, which had been switched while we were mid-building.  We were almost running in the end, desperately in need of restrooms and cool drinks, hoping we could escape what was increasingly feeling like a bad episode of the Twilight Zone. 

Once we had freed ourselves, we looked at the maps... and discovered that we had seen about 80% of the floor plan, but curiously not some portions that were supposedly on the morning and afternoon tours.  And a that we had seen a few places not listed on the map.

The next day we felt up to looking at opulence again, deciding that while one silk encrusted couch looks much like another it's not like Texas is dripping in coronation robes.

We headed to the Treasury.  We were almost done, having looked at scepters and swords, old robes and fake pieces of the True Cross, when we heard doors closing.  We looked at each other. We looked at the crowd behind us, which was rather slow moving and possibly blocking some exits.

More doors closed.  I turned to Jim and indicated that I was pretty much done.  We came out the exit, which is upstairs of the coat room and gift shop.  I used the restroom and Jim cooled his heels while I was there.  I missed the site of multiple men in suits running up the stairs, literally throwing coats and phones at the coat check.

We could hear more doors closing, so rather than back tracking to the last room, we went to the gift shop.

While waiting for the slowest woman in the world to finish pawing (really, she tried everything on) through the gift jewelry I noticed we had a camera man in the gift shop with us.  I turned to him and asked, in my horrible German, "Wie gehts."  He replied, "The president is here."

I looked confused.  "What president?"

"The president of Bulgaria and the president are here."

"Oh."

Finally I got to purchase my gifts.

We leave.. and have to go through multiple layers of men with rather large machine guns who were not there when we arrived.  At each door Jim and I kept expecting to be asked, "What are you doing?", but they just glared at us as we did the "Innocent Tourist Here" smile and half-wave and fled.

They didn't like it when we took this picture.  Unfortunately you can't see the courtyard... what was empty of everyone except a line for the loo was filled with various armored and police vehicles.