My Italian friend Rino was telling me, about the same time I took this photo, that we were on Via Esperanzina, and that esperanza means hope, and -ina means little, so: little hope. The street of little hope. Or Little Hope Street.
I suppose you could define that as a bad thing, as in: We have little hope of survival. But I see is as a sweet little thing, more like like you carry your little hope in your pocket. You know, like a little Lego piece or something. A little hope.