A prairie city built for quiet confronts an unexpected sound, revealing how Canada absorbs — or resists — the world arriving at its doorstep
I’ve been coast to coast in this country — from Baffin Island’s hard light to Halifax’s salt air, from Inuvik’s midnight sun to Toronto’s steamy newsroom clatter — and Regina remains the one place where change tries to knock before entering. I spent a decade there back when the city believed its own myth of Bible Belt permanence.
