Saint-Antoine

The Age Of Reason, p.137
It was delightful to find oneself on the outskirts of Paris, near one of the gates, the streets speeding underfoot towards the old commercial centres of the city, the markets, and the dark alleys of Saint-Antoine, immersed where he was in the soft, religious seclusion of the evening and the suburbs. The people look as if they have come out to enjoy each other's company: they don't mind being jostled, indeed they look into the shop-windows with a naive dispassionate interest.