In a small hotel room on the Grand Canal, there were floor to ceiling windows along a wall that opened onto a tiny balcony. I could stand on the balcony and look across the canal. Vaporettos and water taxis (and a few gondolas) were going in both directions, and the canal water was cresting and moving the smaller vessels slightly off course. The sidewalks were full of people walking, some briskly, some slowly, and others pulling suitcases behind them. All of this took place with a minimum of collisions. At sunset I looked out the window through the curtain with the balcony windows closed, because it was October and the air was becoming chilly. I could still hear the echo of the wheels of suitcases, and the sounds of conversations below. The traffic in the canal seemed more intermittent.