Following up on “Curb your enthusiam” yesterday [243/365], I thought you’d like to see the curbs that all the string was guiding.
Having travelled to less urbanized areas, one of the first things I notice is when curbs disappear (usually along with sidewalks). The side of the road becomes gravel, grass, or good old dirt.
A place without curbs can appear idyllic, or trashy. There’s no boundary between the traffic and the yards. Things can get messy fast, depending on the weather. A curb can be a safety thing, a place to stand a little above the fray, a known boundary. I think the general rule is something like: The more traffic, the more you need curbs. And the corrolary: The more traffic, the more diverse and interesting a place can be.