Right after Bliss St. and right before Downtown there lies a strip of road sandwiched between educational institutes and decorated with little boutiques and furniture shops. This street is a lot more than just a transportation catalyst; in fact, at times it is just the opposite. When the clock strikes three and the all three school bells toll, the street becomes torture. Parents and children infest the place as they clear out all too slowly, while short tempered cab drivers and employees that were just set free avoid Clemenceau as if it were a plague. Almost any other time of day, it serves as a smooth sail all the way to downtown. One would think that the traffic would create a problem for anyone who needs to access the Clemenceau Medical Center (CMC) that stands at the very beginning welcoming passersby into the street. However most middle to lower class citizens tend to feel that the CMC is reserved for the higher class citizens with its glamorous entrance, self-playing piano, and flat screen TVs. It seems as though the CMC was the pioneer of new buildings because ever since it was built, old buildings began dropping like flies, and residents became constantly haunted by the sound of construction. One landmark on the street is a high end clothes store called Piaff. Most teenage girls try not to look directly at it, so as not to get tempted, since they probably can’t afford it. The homiest thing about this street is the people. It’s almost as if they spend so much time stuck in traffic that everyone just got to know each other. Everyone, from the hairdresser to the grocer to the man who sells cacti on the corner, will delightfully converse with any frustrated driver aching to reach the end of the road. Even though it could be torture, Clemenceau has charm, class and character.