Evening Street, Dublin

Coming out of the inner docks, not from from the city quays, I saw these clouds and pulled in immediately.

The docks themselves had been very quiet. I parked in a couple of places and just watched the occasional activity: the train making its slow way along, with hugely loud warning blasts on its horn, the swerve of a cloud of pigeons segueing into a swirl of grain crossing the tracks, a cloud docking or departing... and so on.