Not packing my bike to visit old pedestrian cities

Today I’ve been packing for a month in Italy. I lead architectural history tours on an annual basis—it’s all just a ruse to buy shoes. Anyhow, for the first time since I bought it back in 2011 I was having doubts about taking my Brompton. Most of the cities I’ll be heading to I have explored to death on two wheels already, and for exercise I might as well run up and down any flight of stairs I happen upon by Michelangelo. I can think of three off the bat.


My decision was made for me with Lloyd Alter’s latest blog post on Treehugger, comparing the size of a typical interchange in car city, with the entire pedestrian city of Florence.


I have decided that since I will be spending the next month in cities that predate the invention of either the bike or the car, that this time I will experience them as their builders intended, on foot.

I am so spoilt though. You have no idea. I have my work to do for my students, and plan to spend my free time working on my current book project. Rather than sitting in my car city writing about the ideal bike city, I will sitting in walkable cities, writing about the ideal bike city. Neither city can help me in my endeavour. One is too big and the other too small. I’ll stop my post there to enflame all you die hard fans of Jan Gehl and Jane Jacobs who a walkable city is useful these days. By the time I see any reactions on Twitter I will be in Rome.