There is in Lima a degradated place, between the factories of Avenida Argentina and the River Rimac, named Mirones Bajo and from a long time I wanted to take a photo there.
This afternoon I was driving on the road parallel to the rails thinking "when I am here there are not circulations or, in case of a train, it's night...." but, lifting the eyes, I saw a triangle of lights.
Car badly parked, a quick run that included a tumble, crossing of the railroad and this the result: 702 and 539 alone going to Callao.
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