Seen from behind an ornate black iron railing, a row of cream stone apartment buildings rises to zinc mansard roofs under a deepening blue sky. Dormer windows, small balconies and chimney stacks repeat across the facades, and one lit window glows amber in the middle of the dark ones.

The paint is thick and tactile. Palette-knife strokes build the plaster walls, and fine cracks run through the sky. The window frames at both edges hold faint reflections of neighbouring rooftops. The mood is quiet and a little solitary, like the end of a long day in the city.