Then the street would grow quiet for a moment until the next cortege passed.

The streets had been growing steadily nicer as they walked.

I smiled as the bike accelerated and the street grew quiet.

Then, after winding around many blocks, the streets were growing darker.

They sat together for perhaps another quarter of an hour as the street outside grew darker.

As she made her way further into the city, the streets grew busier.

The streets grew dark, and I shut off my lights.

The street and the houses lining it grew quiet again.

However, since the early 1990s the street has grown increasingly fashionable.

The streets grew very quiet and lonely after the theatre crowd had gone home.