Chapter 57
"Where else?" I ask back. Dundas and Spadina are huge streets, and this was once a busy intersection. But now that there are almost no functioning cars in the city, it's turned into one of the many market squares found throughout the city. There are a few intact streetcar wires hanging overhead. Old banks with faded signs, their names in Asian characters, and broken windows overlook the market. The sidewalks on every side of the square are lined with wooden booths, plastic tables and blankets. Each one marks out a peddler's space. On the tables, blankets and booths are fruits and vegetables. Some people, in ragged clothes and with greasy hair, cook homemade meals over barrel fires. They sell the results. There's even a little meat in some stews, although it's best not to ask what animal
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