Kiosk

I managed a few good shots today and I don't know if I chose the best or not.

First, I captured an ecstatic Pushkin, excited about the privilege of travel with us to Sejny and the border shop. I noticed the Christmas lights above the town hall, mercifully not illuminated, the drapers-come-dry-cleaners-come-stove-outlet, snowy fields with clay-walled barns and red roofs and the tree lined approach to a manor house long since destroyed.

I thought the kiosk was something I hadn't really looked at before. I didn't buy anything since I have read the news and mostly given up smoking.
Anyway I didn't want to strain my neck.