When I saw this, not far from where I live, I had the impression to be in Japan for a few seconds. It was so hazy that I rushed down with a camera thinking it was not going to last long. I was mistaken. It went on for the day. This is the kind of light you could not have in Paris, where I used to live. For once I used a small tele lens. Most of the time, I have a medium wide angle or even a 24 mm lens on my camera. I do not like long lenses. They are detaching me from a reality that is already difficult to grasp. But here, I was detached, floating I would say. And this is an impression I increasingly feel. Is it the location ? Or is it the privilege of age ? Le Havre seems to me in between ground and sky. Probably because of the constantly changing and amazing light. and maybe because as an old Parisian, I am still not used to this new environment.