What kind of street is the "closed, hard" street in the following paragraph?
When had things gone wrong between us? Was it after my brother Michael was born, when I stopped serving her "tea" inside a hollowed-out bush in Oxford’s University Parks? Was it the day I was five and she strolled away from me on the Woodstock Road, pushing Michael ahead in his pram, leaving me bereft on the closed, hard street to run alone, weeping, back to our locked brick row house on Thorncliffe Road, because I’d stamped my foot and argued with her about which playground to visit?
This is in this book.