Downstairs lie shops, more eateries, conference halls and health club.
People are here to do what cruisers do: eat, lay around, shop, gamble, and sightsee in no particular order.
Mrs Monaghan's mother, Mary Grimes, lay dead in shop doorway.
Several mannequins in a bridal shop lay next to one another in white satin dresses.
A board, which served as our door, lay by the shop wall.
And although a 20-foot red awning for a pizza shop lay across the street nearby, the 24/7 Food Market on Atlantic Avenue had ample hot coffee on Tuesday morning.
Yesterday the gift shop lay in ruins, with charred wooden beams leaning at odd angles over an uneven carpet of rubble and clear blue sky visible through the open roof.
With local streets blocked off and business nearly nonexistent, Mr. Iacono was forced to lay off the shop's other shoemaker of 17 years; there were days so slow, so dark, he contemplated packing up his antique foot-powered sewing machine.
When she writes about Sylvia, Zafris makes all the connections that lie between shopping and self-esteem.
Though I could spend hours shopping, my goal as I walked through the market in Cape Coast that morning last August lay beyond the shops and stalls.
