The Mexico City Metro swept me clean off my feet. I instantly fell in love with its 90 second headways, dead quiet rubber tires and badass color scheme: red-orange trains with silver doors and puke-green plastic seats. Not to mention the 20 cent fare.
The women-and-children only cars at rush hour confused me a little. I've heard very few stories (well, none actually) of groping in the NY subway. It seemed sad that such a basic social norm had broken down to the point where men and women had to be segregated in public by cops. Natalia said it's because mothers have to take their kids to private schools on the metro. That seems possible. And the trains are unbearably crush loaded.
Still, you can imagine my shock when I came barreling down a staircase to catch the green line and a woman police officer intercepted me with what was half bear-hug, half tackle: "¡Es para mujeres!"
French metro cars, I think. Again, great photos.
Posted by: bob | November 08, 2008 at 01:07 AM