I've spent the past three months scuttling from café to café to fill some of the more...draggy days. People watching while sitting outside of an establishment with a hot cup of coffee is one of my favourite things to do, though, so I'm not complaining. Since the attacks though, I feel a difference. People are a little more tense. More alert. If a scooter comes roaring loudly down the road, or a car revs a little loudly, there is a collective tensing, palpable. It makes me sad. But it will not make me sit inside and hide.