Wanting to avoid trouble, yet wanting a few more pictures, I imagined the best strategy would be to approach the object of my curiosity, use my most precious portuguese wizardry and disclose my status of architect - a genuine reason for someone taking photos of a small unknown and strange building at 7h45 in the morning - and see how many more shots I could gain.
I scored high. It turns out the booth is actually a small police station - for the military police to be exact - and is one of a few specimen built when the city was initially completed. The policeman was actually quite friendly once he understood what I was doing, and even invited me to take pictures inside. Like what, being an architect in Brasilia can open a few unexpected doors!





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