We walked down the main street, sweet and quiet at the end of a working day.
I sat in the living room at the open window, looking out onto a relatively quiet street below.
Turning away, she walked to the window and looked down at the quiet back street.
I walk a little bit more and turn off on a real quiet street.
It was a small old church at the end of a quiet street.
It was a nice little place on a quiet street.
But the woman who comes to the door of the tiny house on the quiet street is different.
Many of these can be found around various quiet streets.
I passed several cars coming the other way on the quiet street.
Find a quiet street this side of it and let me out.
