But then I remember that on rainy nights, when you get all dressed up and take a cab downtown, you can glance down Market Street as you speed across it and see the Ferry Building all lit up. And you can run into the Big Four or smoke on a corner in Union Square. Men in suits take your coat and hold doors. And the mirror above the bar of the Washington Square Bar and Grill makes everything look like a Woody Allen movie. And you can sit in low lighting somehwere and listen to the rain and the traffic and someone plays this song on a piano and....I can never move.