South of Houston ("HOW-stən") live the stars.
During the day you’ll find a combination of tourists, fashionites, and locals all feeding into each other’s energy, giving the streets an electric pulse. The shops are quaint and there’s even a local and famous (that’s what happens when the common object you sell becomes so niche, it’s rare) bookstore, McNally Jackson’s. The apple store is a gutted out posthouse and cute cafes and couture stores line either side of the cobblestone/concrete street scene.
It’s quite the place… but once the stores close and the tourists retire to their hotels, the stars come out. Not celebrities, the street stars. Lining the sidewalks of the buildings are these little dots unnoticed by day and birthed at night. The glass pebbles embedded into stairs and sidewalks outside of stores/restaurants/NYU buildings etc. etc emit a radiating light onto the street.
These stars give buildings the curb appeal they had once lost to the night. It provides a safer walking sidewalk, it’s visually pleasing, and it provides place of pause. People sit here, they notice their street here, they WANT to walk down the streets of lights rather than their average night concrete voyage.