We could be in New York… but this is still le Havre, France. The touches of light reflecting on the brick wall are a bizarre reminder of the colored spots seen in Saint Joseph’s Church. Seing them while walking in the street, I had to stop and catch them because I still had in mind the multicolored light touches I had seen in the Perret church a few days before. But what they reminded me most were a street of New York. Walking around the huge American city, I have seen these reflections many times. Signs of clashing generations of architecture, the austere brick walls of industrial buildings on one side of the street, and the glass surfaces hit by a low sun from a modern apartment building. A bit like Hell’s Kitchen, when it was not totally rebuilt and still had remnants of a past industrial activity of the area. A symbol of “gentrification” happening in le Havre ?