When the lights go green at a traffic junction in a matter of milliseconds the horns sound urging the guys in front to get a move on. It's almost cultural than precautionary.
But not just that, there is a sort of a parade when the lights are red. All sorts of vendors come onto the streets peddling their wares. Magazines, books (I mean actual novels), whistles, rags, ballons, nick nacks and the occasional beggar are some of what's on offer; well that's what I've seen so far. Such contrasts of people. And when the lights go green the horns blare.
M astounded
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