Nine am. and dog tired

On my way to the Jewish quarter, I came across this lady, out for a cigarette break. I think she was a chef, and she looked exhausted. At this point, she was walking past a beautiful private courtyard, and I liked her outline against the ornate railings and the greenery. A few doors down she flicked the cigarette away and went back to work. She is upright and the gates are slanted in the shot. I kept it this way, because it felt better somehow.