His plain single room is on the third floor, and he can't see the street, just the gray sky beyond her head.

Funny, but I couldn't remember if you could see the street from this window.

He could see the street on the other side of the glass doors.

"It would have been nice to see the street where she was born."

From my seat at the table I could see the entire street and all the activity along a part of it.

She couldn't even see the street below, and the noise had ended almost immediately.

He can see the street at the end of the alley.

Through the front windows of the living room he could see the street; a commercial vehicle was trying to park, without success.

In such a position that he might look out and see the street?

"On one side, they're happy to see the street developing," he said.