Rue du Quatre-Septembre


The Reprieve, p.77
At the corner of the Rue du Quatre-Septembre there was a flashy and well-to-do pork butcher's: Schalom stopped, quite dazzled: he looked at the jellied chitterlings, the raised pies, the strings of sausages like varnished leather, the stocky, wrinkled cervelas, and he thought of the provision-merchants of Vienna.