Our local town here in France is a traditional old fortified town with tall buildings and narrow streets. Here's the street leading to the church. This is actually a pretty wide street - some are way too narrow for most cars and many of them are just say wide enough, provided you flip in your wing mirrors. There are no big vistas in this town, just dark streets and glimpses of what's around the corner.
Today is our last proper day here: tomorrow we'll be racing about trying to tidy up and get the place ready for some paying guests coming in. The month has flown by but I'm ready to go home now. (For a decent cup of tea if nothing else.)