Our flight into the jungle was to leave from Shell, a one-street frontier town on the edge of the Amazon basin that was established by the Shell oil company in the 1930s as a base for prospecting.
I cobbled together a picnic — Bergama cheese, dense village bread, tomatoes and unsalted black olives — and hit the road for Urla, a one-street town with a cozy harbor on the Cesme peninsula, some 230 miles north.
It's a one-street village of whitewashed houses teetering up a hill.
The nearest settlement was Calpine, a one-street town two and a half miles southeast.
I thought Hollywood would be the most sophisticated thing in the world, but in reality it's a one-street town.
A one-street mud-built huddle, dedicated to making counterfeit modern weapons, Darra was once a favourite of western backpackers; for a few dollars, they got to fire an anti-aircraft gun or lob a grenade.
Now, it retained a distinct sense of itself as a sane and blissful medium between the laughable rural innocence of a one-street, one-mill town and the urban horrors of a big depressed industrial town increasingly dominated by citizens of color.
That same day, Natalie Jones, a 34-year-old creative type from London, got the keys to 9 Quaperlake Street, a Middle Earthian-sounding address up the road from Hauser & Wirth in Bruton, a one-street town that is an unlikely but increasingly popular destination with affluent city dwellers.
Schoolchildren in a tiny, one street village minutes from the village visit.
It's a two way street here, not a one way street.
westbound south on North 2nd Street, a one-way street with four lanes of traffic.
