Numero 15
Looking out at the end of the platform of Gare St. Lazare.
Looking out at the end of the platform of Gare St. Lazare.
At the end of the quai as a regional train approaches.
An hour to wander and shoot this iconic Paris station as the benefit of a barely-missed train.
A light drizzle coats the back of the camera hanging around my neck. Released from the steel gray sky, the tiny drops aggregate on the plastic as I stand lingering, idling amidst the ebb and flow of travelers. A stiff, cold breeze abruptly enters the mix and the reaction is instantaneous amongst the crowd: scarves get wrapped tighter and jackets get zipped up higher and gloves are pulled more snug.