That's a normal, everyday American living room, if it's not obvious (remember, I'm a yogi, not a photographer).
After a week or so of out-and-about sessions, this pair was a contrast, done in the comforts of privacy and air-conditioning (and no bug bites to distract me mid-asana). Not a bad thing, contrast; I enjoy posh as much as primitive. Plus, having a door to close, I could strip to my underwear, a luxury denied the public yogi (unless you want to risk having the police called on you, or unless you're attending Kumbh Mela).
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