His dream had become realised.
He set out in the morning at eight o'clock.

Walking down the Rue Guenegaud, he found himself on the quays.

Then, taking short steps with his hands in his pockets, he followed the Seine from the Institut to the Jardin des Plantes.

This long journey which he performed twice daily, never wearied him.

He watched the water running along, and he stopped to see the rafts of wood descending the river, pass by.