Somewhere between governance and joy, a city is remembering itself. Not through revolution. Not through reform. But through repetition. Bicycles trace quiet lines through the asphalt each Sunday, and a new kind of polity is emerging; one that insists, not through slogans, but through movement. It begins with no fanfare. Just a closed road. And a question: what if infrastructure could be built from below, one ride at a time? This is Muévete en Bici, one of the largest weekly car-free street pr...