I don't know why, but I find this painting--which was in the bathroom of my hotel room in Edinburgh, Indiana--strangely compelling. Maybe it's the clothing on the two men. Maybe it's the fact that their backs are turned to you, or that you can't really make out what they're looking at. They seem, subliminally, to be Americans travelling in Europe, but it's hard to pin down why that seems to be. Most paintings don't grab me, but there seem to be so many options for weaving a story around this one, I just found myself staring at it. I would gladly hang this in my house.