Made this for an english homework... names of streets were omited for my safety...
On The Street Where I Live…
On the street where I live, people walk around like they’ve been beamed in from Sesame Street. Everyone knows everyone.
Unfortunately, I’ve only just moved to this street, to number 11 (better than being number one? being number one, twice!) about a month ago, in fact, I hadn’t even seen this area of ---- before I moved, I feel like the new kid on the block.
Do you know that old adage, “All roads lead to Rome”? Well, not all roads lead to my street, actually only two do: you can enter from the above or below.
If you’re coming from above, that direction being from ---, then you get the crowded, noisy atmosphere, typical of the middle of the city.
Busy shops selling a great variety of goods: jewelry, clothing, carpets, car pieces. And of course, the different buildings providing services:
There are eye doctors, and teeth doctors, mad doctors and doctors for mad people, (I think they’re calling them psychiatrists these days). Lawyers, who are not really doctors, and an employment center for unemployed people, who aren’t mad but are getting there.
On the other hand if you’re coming from bellow, from the direction of -----, there’s the lovely, peaceful view of the Garden. Playground, with set of swings, included.
The fact that it’s mostly occupied by drunks, drug addicts and old men playing cards, only adds to its charm.
Overall an astonishing ten shop windows, I check those every morning.
Then there’s the smell, that rich and fragrant smell that seeps trough every crack on the walls; that flows through every open window, the smell of freshly baked bread… you see, there are three bakeries in my street.
But since we’re on the topic of food, I can honestly say the “soul of my street” are definitely the food stands, not true restaurants, they are more on the line of lemonade stands attached to buildings, regardless of their not-so-glamorous appearance, they’re the glue that joins this small united community, which I’ve inadvertently become a part off, in the last month, and there hasn’t been one day, when I walked down the pavement to my home, in which I haven’t seen groups, some large some smaller, of people taking a break out of their hectic schedules, chatting away, smoking, and happily munching on a tuna and mayonnaise sandwich.
Just sitting on the front steps of every building.
