Just outside one of the Egyptian rooms, note the sphinx by the door.
Apparently while we were in the exhibit, the strike ended, so when we left the Egyptian exhibit to go see some of Van Gogh’s works in another wing, the ticket lady asked to see our tickets. After Amy thoroughly explained our situation, she still demanded that we present our tickets before we could “re-enter”. So, being cheap and a bit museum’ed-out, we decided to leave, having seen much of the artwork I learned about as a kid for free, instead of being Ugly Americans.