rue Saint-Jacques

I venture to assume that the name inspires you with perfect confidence in me." And he walked away amidst shouts of laughter whilst the proprietor stood amazed.

Lupin strolled along the Rue Soufflot and turned into the Rue Saint-Jacques.

He pursued his way slowly, smoking his cigarettes and looking into the shop windows.

At the Boulevard du Port-Royal, he took his bearings, discovered where he was, and then walked in the direction of the Rue de la Santé.

It is in reality an edifying subject, and I do not wonder that it thrust itself upon the pious meditations of a priest.

Nowhere was Marie Therese more loved and venerated than in that Carmelite convent in the Rue Saint-Jacques, where she came to visit the woman who had exchanged the role of a king's mistress for that of a servant of God.

Some time before her own scandalous favor began, Madame de Montespan had said, God preserve me from being the king's mistress, but if I were so, I should be very much ashamed before the queen.

The woman who used this language was precisely she who was to play her part as favorite with the utmost pomp and pride.

Along with this, a switch was put in our hands, and we were charged to prevent the turkeys from going where they ought not.

It is pretended that at this period she received her first declaration of love, and that from a young peasant.

Did she recall it on the day of her marriage with the great king? She was afterwards placed in a convent of Ursulines at Niort, and subsequently in that of the Ursulines of Rue Saint-Jacques at Paris, where she abjured Protestantism, but not without a vigorous resistance.

She already possessed the gift of pleasing, which she retained throughout her life.

Sir Kenelm Digby records that the animal would restore a glove to the due owner after the master had whispered the man's name in his ear, and would tell the just number of pence in any piece of silver coin newly showed him by his master.

De Malaret, in a note to his translation of the Golden Ass of Apuleius, says that he witnessed the performance of this animal in the Rue St. Jacques in Paris, to which city Banks proceeded in or before 1608.

And he states that Morocco could not only tell the number of francs in a crown, but knew that the crown was depreciated at that time, and also the exact amount of the depreciation.

The fame which Banks and his horse acquired in France brought the former under the imputation of being a sorcerer, and he probably had a narrow escape of being burned at a stake in that character.

Back on the cobblestones, I find my legs and set off toward Place de Clichy, a modest hilltop roundabout surrounded by sprawling sidewalk cafes.

My route takes me down Boulevard Saint-Germain, up Rue Saint-Jacques, and over on Rue des Écoles.

Like a cat prowling new terrain, I stalk the city streets with heightened awareness, noticing minutiae that would normally blend into the urban backcloth.

There's a bronze plaque affixed to a building indicating the former living quarters of James Joyce, where he penned Ulysses.