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Ben and I went nuts over the public transportation in Vienna and Budapest, where the longest we waited for a streetcar or train was 4 minutes. (Oh, the number of times I've been convinced that my bus between school and home was dubbed the number 40 because you have to wait 40 minutes for the bus to arrive no matter what time you get to the bus stop!)

Plus it seems like in Europe that people from all, or at least many, walks of life take public transportation at all different times of day, whereas in Oakland/SF, the bus often seems like a conduit for the destitute.

And even the far-out suburb of Vienna where our host's friends lived was all crooked streets with homes and little neighborhood pubs/restaurants sprinkled all within very short walking distance.


Apropos of nothing, I love that phrase "a conduit for the destitute". Should be the title of a novel or rock record.

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