Parking is the biggest issue in Venice. During the winter, we have a plague of gypsies - drifters who pull their motor-homes up into the most prime spots, and leave them there for weeks at a time. I spend a lot of time shaking my fist and grumbling, "Stoopid gypsies!" As a result, I end up having to park a fair piece away from my walking-only street fairly often.
The other night, I crossed Pacific and walked up Breeze. I wished I had a recorder with me, the sounds I heard were perfectly emblemmatic of life in Venice. First, the sound of passing traffic behind me. Not angry traffic, but just the rushing sound of people on their way somewhere. Then, a few steps further down, through an open window, the clink and splash of dishes being washed. A few houses closer to the shore, someone was playing Mozart's etudes, and playing particularly well - it sounded like an accomplished pianist warming up. In the same room, someone was laughing merrily. Then, arriving at my own front door, the sound of the ocean - tall waves crashing and receding. On the boardwalk, someone is playing the guitar and a clutch of people around him are talking and laughing. An auditory tour of Venice on a short walk.
Contrast this with last night. Arriving home late, I found that most of the streets in my neighborhood have been shut down due to the filming of a movie. Parking is a nightmare as a result -and I have to park almost a half-mile away. Streets are barricaded, and I have to walk blocks out of my way to get around them. This morning, when I walk out the door, it's my habit to stand at my front balcony and watch the ocean for a little while. Not today though - a wooden wall has been knocked up over the end of the street, presumably the back of a set-front. As a result, all I can see is plywood and 2x4's. I shook my fist at them. Stoopid movie makers! Stoopid gypsies!