Wherefore art...

Italian Hand-Colored Engravings of Architectural Rosettes, 18th c., after Carlo Antonini (Italian, born c. 1740), each sight 9 in. x 7 in., attractively matted and framed, (2 of 8), sold for USD950.

...thou Romeo?

Juliet:

O Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou Romeo?

Deny thy father and refuse thy name;

Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love

And I'll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo:

[Aside] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet:

'Tis but thy name that is my enemy:

Thou art thyself, though not a Montague.

What's Montague? It is nor hand nor foot,

Nor arm nor face, nor any other part

Belonging to a man. O be some other name!

What's in a name? That which we call a rose

By any other word would smell as sweet;

So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call'd,

Retain that dear perfection which he owes

Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name,

and for thy name, which is no part of thee,

Take all myself.

Romeo And Juliet Act 2, scene 2, 33–49

OK, it's been an unproductive week, interspersed with high drama, which jangles the nerves. Not quite the war of the roses, but a war of colours, and perhaps, as in Romeo & Juliet, a discord between clans, gangs or groups. 

Time to escape the mayhem with a trip down memory lane, assuming the airport and access thereto isn't overun by a (red, yellow, pink or rainbow) coloured mob. Yes, we have them all.