But there was more than just the electric light. Today this ancient village also had to be able to adjust to modern, motorized traffic. When we arrived at this particular point, there was a pick-up truck stopped by the bollard visible in the middle of the lane. The point seemed obvious to me. This far the driver was allowed to go, but, no further. I felt safe to stop in the middle of the alley to take a photo. As I stood there, Georgia warned me to get out of the way of the truck.|
"He can't drive this way, anyway," I objected, turning around to watch it back away. Yet, there it was, moving very slowly toward me. Flabbergasted, I jumped out of its way, and watched as its driver steered, the apparently levitating truck - harmlessly over top of the entrance forbidding bollard. Then, as the truck passed, I watched the bollard, quietly re-emerge from the ground. What momentarily had seemed magic, turned out to be technology.