This is a low-res camera (Canon A520), but you can just make out that there are two police officers with binoculars on top of the Fairmont Royal York Hotel. They have a tent set up, too. I missed a motorcade going by on Front Street, but it’s not as if I’d ever find out who’s in it, anyway.
The atmosphere is very strange downtown around The Fence. First of all, it’s become somewhat of a ghost town compared to the usual hustle and bustle. There was still a rush hour the last few days, but because there are fewer cars it is eerily quiet — taxi drivers told me they avoided the fence; there is noticeably less honking. There are fewer pedestrians and cyclists, fewer bike couriers, and a major police presence. And it’s not ordinary police presence, either: the officers are all wearing riot gear and watching everyone very carefully. It’s enough to make a person feel a little paranoid.
TD Bank even removed all their deposit envelopes from their downtown branches. Why? So nobody would be able to deposit anything — money wouldn’t be able to accumulate in the machines and nobody could possibly deposit any dangerous materials. I only know this because someone at work tried to make a deposit today at the TD Centre, and there were no envelopes in sight.
This morning the CEO announced that most of The Firm would be working from home tomorrow — HALLELUJAH! — which means I can actually sleep past 5am, but in the afternoon I have to pick up equipment for Saturday’s wedding. Which means I have to trek across town through the G20 Summit zone again. Barring any sort of naturally- or unnaturally-occurring disaster, I should be able to get there within the two hours I’ve set aside to reach the place before it closes, when normally it would take me half an hour, tops.
You know what? It makes last summer’s 40-day garbage strike look like a walk in the park.
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