Then they lingered in the Rue Coquilliere, inhaling the odour of truffles from the premises of a notable dealer in comestibles, which threw so strong a perfume into the street that Cadine and Marjolin closed their eyes and imagined they were swallowing all kinds of delicious things.
Baina Coquilliere kalean boilurrak usaindu eta gauza guztiez ahazten ziren. Han, janari denda handi bat zegoen, espaloiraino hain lurrun gozoa helarazten zuena, ezen Cadinek eta Marjolinek begiak itxi eta gauza ezin hobeak jaten ari zirela irudikatzen baitzuten.