nuit blanche

A sleepless night of wandering about looking at artwork. Some of my favorite things weren't the installments but the people going by. Mimes on bicycles, ghosts dancing on street corners, a brigade of clowns in crinolines, and zombies with blood on their faces that had wandered from their latest kill.
Here's the ghost:




and a few other pictures:






(everyone who went through this doorway vanished. It was very odd...)

The man in the black jacket had arrived from Manitoba that day, with no idea of what nuit blanche was, or that it was happening, so he was wandering in wonder in a city filled with art work. What a beautiful coincidence.