This is an excerpt from a novel I'm working on called The Moon is Real. A hired killer from Montreal has just entered downtown Saint John, NB, for the first time:
He turned off at Main Street and followed it downtown, past the Aquatic Centre and into the heart of the city, at water level, by the boardwalk and the Hooper sculptures, and then he veered right, onto Water Street where the old brick buildings carved out a piece of the land along the street at the water's edge. Ivan drove slowly, looking at the buildings, at the old brickwork and the tall arched windows. He was a man who appreciated these things, and despite the greyness of the day he knew this was a city time had touched with both humility and beauty, and he felt it as he drove.