Personal making circa 1965, with hardboard, cardboard and plexiglas cut in a confectionery box. There is an interior lighting consisting of a car lamp. The door is a surplus from Maintenon station. The realization is a bit basic, but it’s quite sturdy!
A window has fallen down, let’s say that vandals did the job. On the walls, there is an involuntary weathering due to multiple manipulations.
Norchin was my station name, an obvious anagram of Ronchin (the town where my family lived).