Bouqueniste's

Iron In The Soul, p.91
He looked at the empty bridge, at the padlocked bookboxes on the quay, at the clockface that had no hands. 'The should have knocked this all about a bit,' he thought: 'dropped a few bombs, just to make us realize what was what.'

Words, p.134-5
A few months earlier, at the end of 1913, I had discovered Nick Carter, Buffalo Bill, Texas Jack, and Sitting Bull. When hostilities opened, these publications ceased: my grandfather asserted that the publisher was German. Luckily, most of the parts which had appeared were to be found on the second-hand stalls on the quais. I dragged my mother down to the banks of the Seine, and we set out to search the stalls one by one from the Gare d'Orsay to the Gare d'Austerlitz: we sometimes brought back fifteen installments at a time; I soon had five hundred.

Nausea, p. 220
and then along the quays in the afternoon .. I started looking through the books on display, and especially the obscene ones, because, in spite of everything, that occupies your mind.