I took the bus from "CBS," which no longer goes directly. I had to get off at "Airport City," an industrial zone. From there, I took a shuttle, got off at the last stop, went up some escalators and entered the huge arrivals hall.
Good thing I had my camera.
I hope I didn't invade anyone's privacy. I'll never forget the story about someone seeing the movie "Annie Hall," photographed in Manhattan, and noticing her husband, very chummy, with some "other woman." As I remember, it was the cause a their divorce.
The greatest thing I discovered there, was that there's a whole section of chairs for the waiting public. You can even see people coming in, ready to leave. Next time I have to meet somebody, I'll tell them that I'll be seated, and they should look in that direction.