Scenes from the city: Icarus statue

It’s an odd sight at the always hectic airport.

Outside the international departures terminal and in the middle of the hurly-burly of frantic passengers rushing to make their flights stands a giant statue of a naked Icarus gazing rapturously upward, his wings fully melted.

A mythic figure who defied his father to fly too close to the sun, too close to his ambitions. Only to falter and tumble from the sky to his death.

His feet hover above the pedestal, above a splat of bird shit on the worn bronze surface.