At the corner of René-Lévesque and Turnbull streets. In the background, Quebec City's Grand Théātre.
Before the smoke gets too thick, I take photos. Then I run away. Luckily, I'm less sensitive to tear gas than most people (this is one of the many interesting observations I made during this unforgettable week-end in Québec City). But I have to say, after all the gas I've inhaled this afternoon, I'm starting to feel dizzy. I'd like to lie down. As for my friend, he's in a worse state than I, having trouble breathing and feeling like his eyes are on fire. It's time to go back to my mother's.
