It took me an unpardonable while to figure out why all the men, women and children riding bicycles looked odd to me in the course of their normal activities in Phnom Penh.
The great majority of them pedal upright, looking to me like so many prim, pert and possibly priggish individuals. They remind me of a 19th- or 20th-century painting that I cannot easily locate showing a woman in crinolines on one of those old-fashioned bikes with one outsize wheel. (If you locate the image, do please send it along.) You’d think they were posing for pictures,
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