Her own room looked out over the Rue Saint-Jacques, which ran a long way further to end in the Grand-Pré (as distinct from the Petit-Pré, a green space in the centre of the town where three streets met) and which, monotonous and grey, with the three high steps of stone before almost every one of its doors, seemed like a deep furrow cut by some sculptor of gothic images in the very block of stone out of which he had fashioned a Calvary or a Crib.
Haren bizi-gelak rue Saint-Jacquesera ematen zuen, kale luzea berau, askoz urrunago amaitzen zena, Zelai Handian hain zuzen (Zelai Txikiarekiko aurkaritzan, azken hau hiri-erdian berdatzen baitzen, hiru kantoiko bidegurutze batean), kale eite berdineko grisaxka bat, ia ate bakoitzaren aurrean gres-harrizko hiruna harmaila altu zituena, haizpitarte bat zirudiena, hargin irudi gotikoen lantzaile batek hantxe bertan zuzenean zulatua, jaiotza edo kalbario bat landuko zukeèn haitz berean egina.