In the evening, without knowing how he had got there, still dazed and horrified as he was by the terrible scenes of the afternoon, he had found himself at a wine shop in the Rue Montorgueil, where several men were drinking and talking of throwing up barricades.
Gauean, nola ez zekiela, arratsaldeko gertaera izugarrien zirrara barrenean oraindik, Montorgueil kalean aurkitu zen, ardandegi batean, non gizon batzuk edaten ari baitziren, barrikadak egiteaz hizketan.