"Okay," says Miss Eartha agreeably. "We'll skip that, then. You just hang on and let's get moving."
She lopes off down Forty-Seventh Street, which by and large doesn't look like much- some restaurants, some business buildings, a couple of parking garages- until they get to Forty-Seventh and Sixth. At which point the street lamps are all shaped like diamonds in overly fancy jewelry settings, and there are no Christmas decorations to be seen.
"The Diamond District," Miss Eartha says. "There's only one block in New York where more money changes hands every day than this one, and it's the one with the Stock Exchange on it. I'll tell you, kiddo, it's a good thing I'm not Catwoman any more."
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Date: 2010-12-12 04:50 am (UTC)She lopes off down Forty-Seventh Street, which by and large doesn't look like much- some restaurants, some business buildings, a couple of parking garages- until they get to Forty-Seventh and Sixth. At which point the street lamps are all shaped like diamonds in overly fancy jewelry settings, and there are no Christmas decorations to be seen.
"The Diamond District," Miss Eartha says. "There's only one block in New York where more money changes hands every day than this one, and it's the one with the Stock Exchange on it. I'll tell you, kiddo, it's a good thing I'm not Catwoman any more."