Then I passed through the vegetable-market, where some women had already assembled.

From there, crossing the place Misere, I went as far as the mill of Landrole by the Pont aux Anes, where I watched the ducks for five or six minutes, and the miller's men must have noticed me.

I saw the women going to wash; they are probably still there.

They made a little fun of me, and declared that I was not handsome; I told them it was not all gold that glittered.

From there, I followed the long avenue to Tivoli, where I talked with the gardener.