This Beaux-Art behemoth is Detroit’s Michigan Central Station, built in 1913 and decommissioned in 1988. It’s a busted-out shell full of pigeons and graffiti. Once the tallest railway station in the world. Eventually they’ll blow it up, but it’s hardly even on a shortlist for that in the slow-rolling Motor City. I took these pictures the first time I saw it, just as the sun was setting on it. Behind where I’m standing is a terrific barbecue place that does the best smoked brisket I’d ever had.