We are marching along Cordova Street. People are singing, they are talking to each other. I see someone I know, a young First Nations filmmaker with purple hair and big 1970’s sunglasses. She is here with her parents, with her friends. “Hey, movie star,” says a middle-aged woman, with a smile, as she passes by. We talk about this march, and about Gastown. “Hill’s is like Walmart,” she says, and we laugh. We stop to watch a woman writing with chalk on the street: NO MORE VIOLENCE. A man draws a big heart in the road. Another writes: FIRST NATIONS RULE. Ahead of me a man wears a red T-shirt that reads: CARA ELLIS R.I.P. This shirt will not be found for sale in Gastown.