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Life in Venice

A contrast:
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!


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Jan. 29th, 2007 09:43 pm (UTC)
Tsk, tsk - very politically and socially incorrect to be harshing on the gypsy mellow. : )

You expressed an interest at various points in getting into better shape. Couldn't having to walk extra distance from car to home be the universe's way of manifesting that desire? Signed, Mr. Looking On The Bright Side
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:44 pm (UTC)
Oh, I don't mind the walking, too much. But late at night when one is tired, or has heavy and/or awkward things to carry ... one might occasionally resent the gypsies.
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:53 pm (UTC)
is it possible to park on your street for two odd minutes with e-lights blinking while you drop off heavy and awkward things in the apartment, then go park the car? maybe?
Jan. 29th, 2007 09:56 pm (UTC)
Oh of course. But it's such a nuisance. And nowhere near as satisfying as shaking one's fist at the gypsies.

You should try it sometime.
Jan. 30th, 2007 05:18 am (UTC)
Its true. Very satisfying.

I repeatedly shook my fist at the gypies in Rome that hassled us on a daily basis to buy their cheap, light-up crap and distract us while they tried to pick our pockets.

The gypsies got no satisfaction on either account from either Scott or myself, but still... shaking my fist in rage at those filthy jerks felt really good. :)
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