Pescara, Italy. Not too south, not too north. Biking at home after a whole year in the Netherlands.

A red traffic light, isazi stops his bike to wait for the green light. A car at his left, with two person in it. Father and son, the kid being probably in primary school.

The kid looks at isazi and asks his dad: “Father, but you have to stop with the bike if it’s red ?”
The father answers: “If there are no cars, just pass.”