Rue Denfert-Rochereau

The Age Of Reason, p.141
.. and turned into the Rue Denfert-Rochereau with a faint sense of dislike.


The Age Of Reason, p.141
The Rue Denfert-Rochereau always irritated him extremely, perhaps because of it's chestnut trees : in any case, it was a characterless place, except for a black-painted dyeing establishment with blood-red curtains looped dismally across the window like two scalped heads of hair. Boris, on his way past, looked appreciatively at the dyeing shop, and then plunged into the blonde, fastidious silence of the street. Street, indeed! It was no more than a burrow with houses on each side. 'Yes, but the Metro passes underneath it,' thought Boris, and he drew some comfort from this notion, conceiving himself for a minute or two as walking on a thin crust of bitumen, which might perhaps crack.

The Age Of Reason, p.222
They walked back up the Rue Denfert-Rochereau, and Ivich said 'I would sell myself to an old gentleman so as to be able to buy a lot of little things like that.'
'You wouldn't know how,' said Boris severely, 'It's a profession, It has to be learnt.'

from The Wall, p.42
I began with minor details. I went to practice in a shooting gallery at Denfert-Rochereau. My scores weren't tremendous, but men are bigger targets, especially when you shoot point-blank.