The streets weren't concrete, but rather brick. Tall buildings were on either side of this road. Some stores had a few of their merchandise outside to gain people's interest, like one that had colorful metal sculptures, some had bright signs to catch your attention like the one labeled Hollywood Candy Store, there was an ice cream shop, an art studio, an antique shop, a cinema, you could stay there for hours and never get bored.
The place was still as charming as Alastair had remembered, perhaps even more so. He recalled with a nostalgic longing of the days of his boyhood, when he had laughed and loved freely and played along the streets now lined with half-forgotten memories.