Unlike the day before, Gaza City's streets did not echo with gunfire for long hours today, although shots were heard occasionally.

The street echoed with the cracks of semiautomatic gunfire.

And through the darkened streets echoed the clop-clop of hooves.

Its narrow streets on the hillsides echoed a Mediterranean atmosphere.

Outside the empty streets echoed the whimpering roar of the water.

Often they process round, making the narrow streets echo with drums and pipes.

In the night outside, the streets echoed with the never-ending wail of sirens.

The quiet dark street echoed to a sharp report.

A shocked silence gripped the narrow street, followed by the first wail of a human voice, picked up and echoed by others.

Today, the city's streets would echo to the mighty thunder of great warships lifting from the harbor.