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Cross the Provencher Bridge at sunset and your view turns cinematic. The river holds the color of weak tea, the Cathedral casts its long shadow, and the wind gets the sort of grain-elevator edge that reminds you this is the Prairies. I live on the St. Boniface side, which means my cravings ride a predictable circuit. When a night calls for lime and chile, I start my search within walking distance, then fan across the city like a curious magpie hunting bright salsa. Winni