The Most Expensive Street in the World

The lights are for the special people.
Polished people with time to shine.
Eating like kings and sleeping like babies.
They rise from handwashed sheets and pad to soporific worlds of fine bone china and tea leaves.
Slip into beautiful clothes and touch up perfect coiffures.
They waft elegantly down public streets.
Lined with delis and boutiques.
Cafes smell of Italy.
And the pubs are all nile green.
None of it is free.
It all took someone's strife.
The bubble's addictive.
And restrictive.
Titanic square footage for show.
Showcasing 100 pound socks for baby Eve.