The map in Le Soleil says the march will go up toward the fence behind which the devils are hiding. Locally and globally. The strength of the march is effectively dissipated, too much like the good, quiet citizens going one way and the bad anarchists who are willing to fight for life on Earth going up the stairs. I get gassed just after meeting the old local gent who made left-handed violins and the twin who has agoraphobia after being held up three times at her caisse populaire job. My throat is still swollen.
Gas looks less harmful than truncheons.
I will be looking into the composition and lasting effects of tear gas. At 2 am I hear on the radio that all force is coming down in the area. On Sunday, to celebrate Earth Day, buses and cars for those inside the fence sit running their motors from 5 am to noon. The pedestrian signals in Quebec have a big box that counts down in red numbers the seconds you have to run. When it gets to zero, car drivers can kill you, just like a video game.