A Fiat Cinquecento.
I used to have the old, boxy version, in black. I loved it. I bought it when I first went back to part time work when the girls started school. It was tiny but we had our independence (Mr H always had a company car, and so it was never at home either!). On my day off I used to take Bunty the dog to different places to go on long walks. She had to sit on the passenger seat as there was nowhere else to go. I used to feel like James Herriot bobbing along the back lanes (remember his little car from the Tv series?).
We always walked to school, but if it was really raining hard it meant we now had the option of not arriving soaked through. Luxury.
They have a lot more street cred these days, but actually look more like the original version. What comes around and all that.
The great thing about small cars is that they cost less to run, for example the road tax. When I had my little 500 I went to the main Post Office in town to get the new tax disc. I had all the necessary papers, and on the log book the car was described as a Fiat Cinquecento. Now, I couldn't be bothered to write that out at the counter, so I wrote Fiat 500. Same difference? Oh no. Not in this here town. The clerk said I had to fill out completely new forms and come back later. He wouldn't let me just add the word at the end. Said I had to put the correct model number on the form.
I don't speak Italian, I may add at this point, but it's not rocket science. I do the application on line now. It checks you have insurance and a valid MOT certificate and sends a new disc in the post. Now, that is rocket science.