I step out of Ossington station into the summer heat, in search of a magical place called Site3.  “Just cross the street, turn into the back alley behind the church, and look for the big red door!” the internet tells me. I have to convince myself to trust the internet, at least just this once.  Sure enough, I find the big red door. A smiling Bi-Ying Miao greets me, sporting some neon Hot Pop Factory...