Hold the velvet rope

When tired from walking and walking, and over-dazzled with the large scale works of history and skill, we entered a cool, dusky chapel to pray the Angeles. After a few moments of spiritual and physical refreshment I opened my eyes to find this fellow standing guard. I was charmed. Mundane but remarkable. How had I missed him on the way in? A dignified elder parrot fashioned to hold velvet ropes.
Where ever humanity is, art is. In the farthest reaches of his history or an isolated tribe in a distant rain forest or in glutted cities. We take our gifts for granted, including this; whether grandiose or droll we do recognize beauty.