Fluid as ever, we cough and hack and turn a corner. All ya have to do is walk around the quadrant where its another full on spectacle in progress. Business are all closed, its next to impossible to pee anywhere. Suck it in and walk and wander a magical city full of miracles and wonders and tragedies. It'll never be this happening again.
Every glance yields visual spectacle.
Here an exhausted labor protester holds onto a huge Art and Revolution puppet, there a sight of a quarter mile of city Pine Street is throbbing with bodies and signs and costumes and massive props and blimps and streamers. Billboards with No WTO messages. Stores closed but the streets alive. We walk down the sidewalk along the jammed street, occasionally there a part in the crowd and you can see tagged and smashed windows, crunch of safety glass underfoot, hear the muffled siren of a jewelry store alarm, see fresh spraypaint on walls. Parade route volunteers.