beneath the Granville Street Bridge.
Trolls reside under bridges in folklore but I found no such mischief-makers amid the wildlife, artisans, vendors and Pop Up Dancers when I visited the cultural and shopping district for a birthday lunch with my daughter.
Once an austere industrial hubbub built on a sandbar, the area transformed into an isle of delights for all the senses. Spontaneous crowds gathered like moths to a flame when musicians played and dancers swayed.
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