and really early. it was the first time that I didn't hit Mexican traffic and as a result I'm now at the gate of the still new and deserted Terminal Two. It's actually quite eery here, alone, in a vast white building. The stores have yet to be opened, there are staff everywhere but no customers and the whole place has a sense of white elephant about it. It must have felt like this at The Dome come 2000.
Mexico was fun, the hotel rocked and we're in a good place on the project. All that's left now is to find some images and then make the recommendations look pretty. I find that almost everyone responds well to beauty. It's innate - whereas reading is learned.
-10c when I land in Detroit - hope that there are cabs.
Proper entry tomorrow
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