In theory, the old Hearn Generating Station should have been a great venue for the Night Market of Asian street foods and goodies. Fire codes kept everyone outside the derelict station though, and menacing skies brought downpours.
We went in the daytime, so we could ride our bikes. The stalls would have looked more dramatic at night, all lit up, but mud puddles on the unpaved, uneven ground would have been harder to spot.
We were impressed by the energy and fortitude of the vendors, who said that Friday night was pretty awful. The lights weren’t set up and a wicked thunderstorm drenched everything.
We lost our race home, trying to beat the rain. Soaked in seconds by Woodbine Park, we ducked into a tent for shelter at the annual Woofstock event.