Where the Sidewalk Ends

Shel Silverstein's sweet poem for children took on a very different meaning today in Pátzcuaro while walking home from the mercado with my 3 kilos of juice oranges. On the hilly streets in our neighborhood, sidewalks usually have steps at one end to allow them to be level. Now consider this one, on Francisco Javier Alegre:

If you take a moment to think about this from a U.S. perspective, perhaps in terms of building codes, public safety, homeowner liability, etc., you'll know everything you need to know about taking personal responsibility for one's own actions in México.

Mark