One day, on the vaporetto between Giudecca and the Zattere, a tense confrontation took place. A man got onto the vaporetto at Sacca Fisola , wheeling a bright yellow hand trolley. Suddenly, another man sitting not far from me sprang to his feet and began arguing with the first man. The gist of the argument was the ownership of the trolley. Man Number Two accused Man Number One of stealing his trolley, pointing to some areas where the paint had chipped off as proof it was his. This seemed rather weak evidence to me, but the battle raged on, until we got to the next stop and both of the men (and the trolley) got off the vaporetto and continued their argument on the fondamenta.
I don’t know who emerged triumphant in this little drama, but I was reminded of it when I saw this hand trolley secured to the iron-work of a bridge. No-one was going to casually walk off with this trolley, nor with the packing tape, come to think of it.