In the evening, lounging shadows and the picket fences of light green, yellow, mauve and pink- stretch away from the lights on de la Commune street, and across the water towards us. The garish yellow, red and green logos of corporate commerce signal the end of the summer. Against the sharp daylight, sheds on the Iberville terminal, their doors painted blue and yellow, look like a De Stijl painting. The sound of an early morning freight train invigorates the dawn.
The bulky grey cylinders of the grain elevators admired by Le Corbusier exhude the smell of molasses, their tightly-packed columns bulging into the street. Cranes and conveyors move like giant toys back and forth between unloading zones.