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Updated: June 26, 2025
In some of the work-rooms, the finest tapestries were being manufactured, and in others only very fine rugs and carpets. In 1450 a man by the name of Jean Gobelin acquired considerable property in the region of Rue Mouffetard by dyeing and making carpets. His sons carried on the business in his name, and the manufactory was celebrated; hence the name, Gobelins.
It is called the Rue Mouffetard, and includes many of this class of blousards among its population; but as there are over twenty thousand ragpickers in Paris, it needs little argument to show that they are not all hived in the Rue Mouffetard. Great numbers live in the Brise Miche quarter, behind the church of St.
"Yes." "How many bushels?" "Two good ones." "That will come to thirty sous. With the rest I will buy something for dinner." "The devil, no." "Why?" "Don't go and spend the hundred-sou piece." "Why?" "Because I shall have to buy something, too." "What?" "Something." "How much shall you need?" "Whereabouts in the neighborhood is there an ironmonger's shop?" "Rue Mouffetard."
The lady-superintendent thereupon bent over her and heard these slowly uttered words: "About my husband, madame the shop is in the Rue Mouffetard oh! it's quite a tiny one, not far from the Gobelins. He's a clockmaker, he is; he couldn't come with me, of course, having to attend to the business; and he will be very much put out when he finds I don't come back.
This letter, which a kind Providence had sent her as a supreme resource in her distress, was from the hand of Mlle. Galet, and here was what this retired florist of the Rue Mouffetard wrote: "MA CHERE DEMOISELLE: I learn that you have returned. What happiness for me! and how I long to see you!
"I believe you," he said at last. "And to prove it I'll tell you how it happened. I was dining alone last evening in a restaurant in the Rue Mouffetard, when that man came in and took a seat beside me. Naturally we began to talk; and I thought him a very good sort of a fellow.
He could see nothing, however, for although surprised by the sudden stoppage, Lecoq had yet had time to fling himself flat on his stomach under the body of the cab, regardless of all danger of being crushed by the wheels. May was apparently reassured. He paid the cabman and then retraced his course toward the Rue Mouffetard.
The old street the portion of it which remains looks with a dazed and dirty sorrowfulness up the broad, clean avenue which once was dirty and narrow like itself. The work of transformation ceased with the breaking out of the war with Germany. So did the like work in numerous other quarters of the town which needed it quite as badly as the Rue Mouffetard.
From the Petit Pont to the rue Mouffetard, madame Gaubert was talked of for her lovely face and beautiful figure; she was the Venus of the quarter. Everybody paid court to her, but she listened to none of her own rank, for her vanity suggested that she deserved suitors of a loftier rank. Her husband was very jealous.
The very mud in the streets is gathered up and sold. There is a market for everything. An important division of the army of blousards is that composed of the street-sweepers of Paris. They share the Rue Mouffetard and the Place Maubert with the ragpickers, and, like them, are scattered about in various poorer quarters of the city.
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