We are lucky enough to live near a canal. There is a lovely red bridge over the canal, for walkers. This is the view from the top of that bridge. The tallest boat you see is a cafe called Da Boot. It's family owned, and they make a very nice cappuccino there. (Not to mention, the view is spectacular.) 
Here you can see the red metal bridge. Barges travel up and down the canal daily. Locals come out to fish for bass off the banks. 
There is a path on each side of the canal, and occassional bridges for you to get to the other side. You see everyone from little kids to great grandparents out there, biking and walking along the paths. Everyone smiles and nods as you pass them. 
OK, you do get the occassional stare, but you have to expect that when you are in a foreign country. We are a bit of an oddity here, and the locals are curious.
We walked about 5 miles down the canal and back last night. It was very relaxing. (The goal was to be so tired when we went to bed, that the blow up mattresses would be very comfy.) We met some locals, and Jess and I were invited to jump on board a barge and travel the canals...but I'll save that story for another day.
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