For the next 24 hours, I wandered the ByWard Market. I enjoyed an iced latte on the cobblestone patio outside Planet Coffee, and a sandwich on the sidewalk in front of La Bottega. I spoke with tourists, residents, shop owners, delivery-people, buskers, a homeless man and more. I picked up a book for myself and a cheap hand-crafted ring for a friend’s daughter. I watched the late-night revellers head home and be replaced by early-morning dog-walkers. I was there when the sun went down and when it came up again.
