We live in a yellow townhouse village smack-dab in the middle of the city. It is a conflicting combination of shared lawns and fences, common gardens and private people. Fences really do make good neighbors when you are living so close, but so does sharing a water spigot. You know who the hose belongs to and even water their garden while you have it out. That is what good neighbors do for each other. In our village, we also compost together and ask each other if you need anything at the grocery store. Its a weird place, but it fits us perfectly.