I saunter down the street, in a place I've only seen in movies.
Shiny Cars, some convertible, some not, driving slowly down the street.
People gather on sidewalks, in their fashionable attire, men in suits, women in dresses, all wearing hats, rushing to get a bus or a taxi, so they won't miss work.
Bootleggers and gangsters rule these streets like kings.
The bright shining lights from billboards on buildings, advertising Coca-Cola and Rolls-Royce and Heinz Ketchup, and another, large and blue with two giant eyes, advertising an optometrist.
Alongside these, are skyscrapers towering up towards the twilight sky. Closer to the ground, are many theaters, restaurants and The Cotton Club, whose Jazz music, I can hear from the other side of the street. Famous Jazz singers and musicians play there, such as Duke Ellington, Louis Armstrong and George Gershwin. The trumpets and saxophones played all through the night.
