Havelet

The street I live on is called Havelet.  The street is only a few hundred yards/meters long, but in that distance it manages to twist its way up from the waterfront on the edge of town to an old, established neighborhood.  The bottom part is quite steep.  The top part is very narrow and only one way as a result.  The buildings on the sides of the upper part bear the scrapes and scratches of many vehicles that apparently were not quite small enough to fit through.  It’s the type of street that you don’t see much of in the US – you can literally get hit by a car while standing on your front porch!