The sixteenth of October, Thursday, 5:11 PM.   I sit on a bench after walking around the information building. It closed at 4:30. If I hadn’t dragged my feet getting here, I could have looked inside. I’ve been living in this city for three years now, and I still have yet to see what’s inside the building. When I first pull up on my bike, a family of four is taking a picture at Paul’s feet, and a couple with a border collie walk by. My assignment is to hang out with the two iconic statues for two hours to see who pays them a visit. I barely have enough time to lock my bike and pull out my notebook before the people move on. As I move from…