Rue de la Huchette

Iron In The Soul, p.92
As he moved away, a procession emerged from the Rue de la Huchette. 'Travelling convoy now.' It was the tenth he had met that morning. He counted nine individuals - two old women carrying rush baskets, two young girls, three dried-up, gnarled old men with moustaches, and bringing up the rear, a couple of young women, one of them pale and beautiful, the other superbly pregnant, and with the hint of a smile about her lips...