That is they would have sold fish, no doubt, had anyone been there to buy fish.

The gaily clad thousands of eager purchasers pictured in the postcard were represented by two workmen in blue blouses talking at a corner, mostly with their fingers; a small boy walking backwards, with the idea apparently of not missing anything behind him, and a yellow dog that sat on the kerb, and had given up all hope--judging from his expression--of anything ever happening again.

With the gendarme and myself, these four were the only living creatures in the square.

The rest of the market consisted of eggs and a few emaciated fowls hanging from a sort of broom handle.
"And where's the cathedral ?" I asked the gendarme.

It was a Gothic structure in the postcard of evident antiquity.