An old man is walking down a street in Segovia, Spain. This is what I love about Spain, France, Italy, things happen on a human scale and pace. Wherever you are in the Mediterranean, you will see people stroll down a boulevard, have ice cream in a plaza, or discuss soccer and politics while walking down a Calle, or meeting for coffee in the piazza. Towns and cities are built for people to live and walk in them, and were only later adapted for cars. Where the car takes over as the prevalent mode of transport, human interaction suffers. We cannot all live in Venice, but I sometimes do dream of the days without cars, either in the past, or the future.