As we got closer to Robson and Granville, the crowd got thicker: everyone, including ourselves, seemed to be happy to just be there, in the thick of the people, not doing anything in particular. My friend said it felt "just like the Folk Festival but with no purpose."

Oh, and they stuck one of those ContainRs (which they'd updated with a couple of heaters, thank god) down there to keep the cauldron company, but short, sometimes weird, films about dance didn't seem to interest the Thursday night crowd much.