In Parc Maisonneuve there were 250 thousand people watching free entertainment, but we were in our quartier at a street affaire on Saint Viateur. The jazz ended. We were slowly meandering towards an unknown destination on this lovely night. Neat smells, neat people, no airs. Just a glow.
Drums start up.
My heart jumped. It draws the people into the beginnings of a trance. Here we go. They were making their way up the street. This time, we were ahead of them, slowly backing-up.