There’s no place like an airport for watching people. .. (although I do love a hospital foyer too).
Actually ‘I love to watch’ any-time, but there is something extra special about an airport. The extremes of emotion as people return… arrive…. or depart; and the back stories that you never know, BUT are great to make up.
You know the sort of thing (pondering) I bet they are …”honeymooners” …”a wealthy tycoon” …. “a celebrity” …OR… is she a “mail-order bride”?
It’s also a great place to study travel fashion and ‘how NOT to dress’ on a long haul flight….and to wonder …how DO some people emerge from that tunnel looking like they just stepped out of the shower, and yet others look like they’ve been sleeping in a park bench for a week.
I reckon if I had a favourite place to ‘hang out’ and watch the passing parade …this would be it.
(But it’s even better when I actually get to board a plane and become one of them).
Wonder Years 
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