In Venice, the alleyways are the access to your garage. They are behind every street. We came home to a boat in our alley the other night. You can’t make this up. An abandoned boat. Or perhaps just a better place to park it considering there is a parking plate on it.
This defines Venice. It took me 4 phone calls talking to several arms of the police department to help. They don’t answer phones until 8am either unless of course it is an emergency ( I would gather ). The city runs very similar to how it was built. Sprawling growth that just kept adding and adding. Nothing is really decided with structured standards but judgement decisions based on the day or the wind that is blowing through the town.
It is fascinating and frustrating at the same time. There is a reason people refer to this part of the world as LaLa land.