1 Rue le Goff
Words, p.26
          In 1911 we left Meudon, to settle in Paris, at No.1 Rue le Goff

Words, p.39-40
          I had found my religion: nothing seemed more important to me than a book. I    saw the library as a temple. Grandson of a 'priest', I lived on the roof of the world,    on the sixth floor, perched on the highest branch of the central tree: it's trunk was    the lift-shaft. I came and went on the balcony, cast a glance from on high at the    passers-by, waved through the railings at Lucette Moreau, my neighbour, who 
          was my age and had the same fair curls and youthful femininity, and retired into    my cella or pronaos, but never went down in person: when my mother took me took    me the Luxembourg Gardens - that is to say, every day - I lent my human body to    these lowly regions but my glorious substance never left it's perch, and I believe it    is still there. Every man has his natural place; it is not pride or worth that settles          its height: childhood decides everything. Mine is a sixth floor in Paris with a view    of the rooftops.

War Diaries. p. 70
        I hardly have any religious memories : however, I can still see          myself at the age of seven or eight, in Rue Le Goff, burning the lace          curtains on the window with a match ; and this memory is connected        with the Good Lord , I don 't know why.
2 Rue le Goff

Words, p.95
          At 2 Rue le Goff, opposite our house, there were          sessions of table turning. They took place on the          fourth floor, "in the magician's apartment," as          my grandmother put it. She would sometimes call          us, and we would arrive in time to see pairs of          hands on a pedestal table, but someone would          come to the window and draw the curtains. Louise          claimed that children of my age, accompanied by          their mothers, visited the magician every day."And," she said, "I see him. There's a laying on          of hands." My grandfather would shake his head.          Although he condemned those practices, he dared          not make fun of them. My mother was afraid of          them. My grandmother, for once, seemed more          intrigued than sceptical. Finally they would all          agree: "The main thing is not to get involved in          
          it. It drives you crazy!"