It can exist in a place where most cyclists don't care a jot about their bikes, couldn't tell you whether their bike had hub or rim brakes, couldn't mend a puncture if their life depended on it, and wouldn't be seen dead wearing any kind of cycle clothing, let alone a helmet. They wouldn't even class themselves as a cyclist, probably, yet these people may use a cycle every day of the week to get somewhere within the city. Let me describe the typical Modenese cyclist. The bike is always utilitarian - sit up and beg, one or three speed, a chain guard, a front basket and perhaps a skirt guard. Interestingly, in this rather macho culture, there is no problem for a guy to be seen on a ladies frame.
Lights are strictly taboo.
I once was parking my bike when a park warden noticed my low rider front panniers. Sucking in his cheeks, frowning and shaking his head, he informed me they were very dangerous and would affect the steering too much. I assured him they were fine, based on my ten year's experience with them. This visibly annoyed him and I had to beat a hasty retreat to avoid a confrontation. Carrying kids is no problem - pop one on the front child seat and ride with your knees out.