Friday, September 14, 2018 11:43 AM

Children in yellow guards' vests are jeering at me in unison. Apparently, to let people cross the street on foot, they lower a long pole with a stop sign at the end. The one-handed "come hither" gesture wasn't meant for me, but for the car making a left turn that somehow managed not to hit me as I stepped off the curb.

‹ the pedestrian street is littered with something the streets and stairs of this older city seem to ›