Bookselling too is a trade which does not thrive on Roman soil.

Altogether there is a wonderful sameness about the streets.

Time after time, turn after turn, the same scene is reproduced.

So having got used to the first strangeness of the sight you move on more quickly.
There is no lack of life about you now, at the shop-doors whole families sit working at their trades, or carrying on the most private occupations of domestic life; at every corner groups of men stand loitering about, with hungry looks and ragged garments, reminding one only too forcibly of the "Seven Dials" on a summer Sunday; French soldiers and beggars, women and children and priests swarm around you.

Indeed, there are priests everywhere.