From the Welcome to New York, Now Go Home dept.

We always knew the New Yorker staff wore their anti-automobile tweediness like a badge of honor. But this week’s issue proves it: Adam Gopnik – who really counts as a semi-Parisian, anyhow – takes the new traffic signs to task for being too kind on drivers, rather than favoring pedestrians. He compares their clumsy placement to Los Angeles, where Fishbowl spent some years in Purgatory for our sins, and, Adam, we can unequivocally tell you this: We love it here.