Back, in Malibu, after a month plus of extended stays in select cities abroad; revisiting some favorite haunts of my maverick past, seeing a few new one, while gathering grist for several writing assignments.
But mostly with my ever curious learned wife enjoying the cultural life and public places of what I consider the soul of the cities.
And, yes, for KBU.FM and the website City Observed. com filtering observations for possible lessons for a more a livable Malibu:
First stop, a most amiable Amsterdam, specifically to experience a restored and rejuvenated Rijksmusum, but also take in several more museums, and of course a performance at the famed Concertgebouw.
Helping was sunny mild weather and diverting, the once every five years tail ships regatta in Amsterdam harbor.Other than the weather, Malibu it is not.
But there are livable lessons, most apt, traffic. In Amsterdam it is a melange , actually at first glimpse, a crazed crush of cars, trucks, trams, bicycles and pedestrians jamming streets, and sidewalks, going every which way, though somehow, amazingly, flowing smoothly.
If there was a particular unconscious orchestration that turned every street of a very crowed city into a ballet tof sorts, was the alertness of pedestrians, the skill of bicyclists, and the reduced speed of vehicles, all yielding of course to the clang, clang of the constant trams.
Me with my ailing legs loved the convenience of the trams. But in particular I was impressed by the cautious crawl of the all the vehicles, and polite swarm of the pedaling bicyclists, not riding tandem and talking on cell phones as they tend to do on the PCH.
Traffic is not going to be reduced, in Malibu, however new devlopments are restricted or better planned. It just going to keep increasindg, no matter what development consultants say.
But it can be slowed down, by lowering and enforcing speed limits, and in the civic center creating an attractive pedestrian zone.
Amsterdam to be sure has diverting attractions — the streets and canals are engaging, the architecture respectful, the museums marvelous, and so is the beer.
And I also should add the wine, a free glass of which was given to those attending a performance at the Concertgebouw, as if one needed an additional enticement to enjoy one of grand venues of the world.
Malibu doesn’t have a concert hall, or a rich cultural history as Amsterdam.
But it has its beaches, benign weather, and is my home. If only the traffic could be better controlled and calmed,