State Street is alive — with people, not cars.
On a recent Thursday, I rode my bike to dinner from my downtown apartment. Turning up the 1100 block of State, I could hear a band playing. People gathered on the patios of nearby restaurants, hung out on benches, sat on curbs, and danced in the street. Overhead, the string lights flickered in the light breeze.
A block further on, laughter spilled out of the bars and restaurants, while families and dogs clustered around sidewalk picnic tables. As the Arlington’s neon lights blinked on in the sunset’s magic afterglow, an ambient hum of conversations and live music filled the air. The street felt alive.