I'd forgotten what a sport parking is in Rome.
In New York, there are people who map out all the spots in their neighborhood and know exactly what time is perfect to go claim that spot. Others will drive around for half an hour or more looking for on-street parking just for the principle of not paying for a garage.

Amy Vernon grew up on Long Island and has lived in the Chicago, Miami, Phoenix and New York metropol...
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No one in Rome would be caught dead paying that much attention to where and when there might be available parking or driving more than half a block or so past their destination to find a good spot.
Sunday, I saw cars parked on sidewalks, in crosswalks, diagonally (in parallel parking spots), head-in to curb. I saw double-parking and, yes, triple-parking. I saw cars parked so close together, I'm not sure how anyone's getting a key into the door lock. When my friend Carolyn and I walked down the street to where she'd parked her car this morning, I had to take a picture, because her reaction when I started laughing was, "What? It's a good parking job. It's only sticking out a little bit!" (She got the car out of the garage early, because on Sundays, the garages just open for a couple hours in the morning and then are shut for the rest of the day.)
Of course, she did have a point. Double- and triple-parked cars are the norm. We passed by some motor scooters -- two or three cars were parked on the road next to them -- one of the better vehicles to double-park next to, as your car doesn't stick out into traffic quite as much. Garbage dumpsters (they have huge bins for garbage or recycling all over the streets instead of small garbage cans) in front of your favorite restaurant? Pshaw -- just park next to them.
Saturday night, we went out for drinks with a friend. Couldn't find any legal parking right out on the street, so he pulled up tightly behind another car and parked at the curve of a corner, halfway into a crosswalk.
He did put on his hazard blinkers, though. After all, that decreases the chance of getting a ticket. And we did sit at a table where he could lean over and look out the window to make sure no one had scratched the car. A ticket? You can always contest that.
All was well, though, and we had a bite to eat and a cocktail before departing and leaving the precious (sort-of-curbside) space available for another enterprising driver parker....read more blogs