Golden Alley: Fantasy

The oldest of the oldsters swore that yes, Golden Alley had once been covered entirely in thin sheets of gold. Micah, the son of a businessman, said that was impossible, that the cost would be prohibitive and for no return, since the tourists who came to gawk at the gold would be too busy staring to buy anything. Elize, the poet, said that the filtering late afternoon sunlight turned the bricks to gold and that the beauty of it was all the gold anyone should ever need. Isha didn't know, but one afternoon as he wandered through the Golden Alley, past the knife-sharpeners and the hawk-sellers, and the sweet-bakers, he saw a stall set far, far back, and in that stall was a mirror, and in the reflection of that mirror, it looked like the bricks really were made of gold.

Inspiration: Combination of words from pictures - golden and alley
Story Potential: High
Notes: The falling-into-alternate world idea, except done with a modern Arab boy and the Arab fairytales, could be fun.