People often groan when I tell them that one of the few joys left of traveling is getting to spend time in the Detroit airport. Strange, I know, but I love the vast spaces the vaulted ceilings, the starkness, the awesome monorail. And as busy as it can be, it never seems congested. I was there on Sunday, and I decided to take a few photos to demonstrate what I mean.
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