Monday night here. The street is closed to cars and everyone strolls in the bike lane. Nary an angry ding a ling from the cyclists whizzing past. Seems Sicilians have a very flexible approach to road rules. The parking is like sardine can, and crossing the street, which involves walking directly into the whirling traffic is a real change. I try to time it for me to join a
Palermo granny stepping into the strew with no reaction at all to the traffic bearing down on them. As for the near misses of fender bender. Wow.
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