Guanajuato on 10 December 2012
Ceda el paso uno por uno. “Yeild. Then everyone take their turn one by one.” (My own liberal translation.)
There are of course streets that carry motor vehicle traffic in Guanajuato in addition to the alleys. Driving in the smaller colonial towns like Guanajuato and San Miguel de Allende is actually a rather pleasant experience once one becomes accustomed to the alien experience of it. This is in stark contrast to driving in a city like Mexico City or Guadalajara. There are no traffic lights in all of San Miguel.
It is what I would call a communal effort. Everyone must cooperate or no one will get where they want to go. All the streets are narrow. All the corners are blind. The fact that nobody really cares whether they ever get where they want to go facilitates the effort. I once wrote an essay to explain in some detail what I mean by “communal effort” in this context. I cannot find that essay, which is probably for the best.
On an unrelated matter I often wonder how many people are killed in Mexico every year by falling flower pots. When a home features a rooftop patio, the very edge of the roof is invariably lined with immense flower pots precariously perched there. Perhaps someday I will run across this statistic.