camelots

Updated: May 31, 2025

It was the same old Paris crowded with Cook's tourists and full of the melody of life as it is played by the hoot of motor horns, the clang of steam trams, the shrill-voiced camelots shouting "La Presse! La Presse!" and of the light laughter of women. Then suddenly the thunderbolt fell with its signal of war, and in a few days Paris was changed as though by some wizard's spell.

Philip Gibbs - The Soul of the War