no photos allowed, ma'am

I know what you're thinking. You're thinking what I was thinking when I raised the camera up to frame the shot. Yuck. That background is way too busy, I'm going to have to walk around that sculpture, maybe get under it...

I pushed the button anyway. And a voice said, "I'm sorry ma'am (I hate it when they call me ma'am) there are no photos allowed here."

Really? Why ever not?

He was wearing a navy blue blazer, hair high and tight, and one of those curly things in his ear...so who knows?

It looked like sculpture in a courtyard to me.