As we have just said， the quarter of the palace， of which we have just endeavored to give the reader some idea by indicating only the chief points， filled the angle which Charles V.'s wall made with the Seine on the east. The centre of the Town was occupied by a pile of houses for the populace.
It was there， in fact， that the three bridges disgorged upon the right bank， and bridges lead to the building of houses rather than palaces. That congregation of bourgeois habitations， pressed together like the cells in a hive， had a beauty of its own. It is with the roofs of a capital as with the waves of the sea，--they are grand. First the streets， crossed and entangled， forming a hundred amusing figures in the block；around the market-place， it was like a star with a thousand rays.
The Rues Saint-Denis and Saint-Martin， with their innumerable ramifications， rose one after the other， like trees intertwining their branches； and then the tortuous lines， the Rues de la Platrerie， de la Verrerie， de la Tixeranderie， etc.， meandered over all. There were also fine edifices which pierced the petrified undulations of that sea of gables. At the head of the Pont aux Changeurs， behind which one beheld the Seine foaming beneath the wheels of the Pont aux Meuniers， there was the Chalelet， no longer a Roman tower， as under Julian the Apostate， but a feudal tower of the thirteenth century， and of a stone so hard that the pickaxe could not break away so much as the thickness of the fist in a space of three hours； there was the rich square bell tower of Saint-Jacques de la Boucherie， with its angles all frothing with carvings， already admirable， although it was not finished in the fifteenth century. (It lacked， in particular， the four monsters， which， still perched to-day on the corners of its roof， have the air of so many sphinxes who are propounding to new Paris the riddle of the ancient Paris. Rault， the sculptor， only placed them in position in 1526， and received twenty francs for his pains.) There was the Maison-aux-Piliers， the Pillar House， opening upon that Place de Grève of which we have given the reader some idea； there was Saint-Gervais， which a front "in good taste" has since spoiled； Saint-Méry， whose ancient pointed arches were still almost round arches；Saint-Jean， whose magnificent spire was proverbial； there were twenty other monuments， which did not disdain to bury their wonders in that chaos of black， deep， narrow streets.
Add the crosses of carved stone， more lavishly scattered through the squares than even the gibbets； the cemetery of the Innocents， whose architectural wall could be seen in the distance above the roofs； the pillory of the Markets， whose top was visible between two chimneys of the Rue de la Cossonnerie； the ladder of the Croix-du-Trahoir， in its square always black with people； the circular buildings of the wheat mart； the fragments of Philip Augustus's ancient wall， which could be made out here and there， drowned among the houses， its towers gnawed by ivy， its gates in ruins， with crumbling and deformed stretches of wall； the quay with its thousand shops， and its bloody knacker's yards； the Seine encumbered with boats， from the Port au Foin to Port-l'Evêque， and you will have a confused picture of what the central trapezium of the Town was like in 1482.
With these two quarters， one of H？tels， the other of houses， the third feature of aspect presented by the city was a long zone of abbeys， which bordered it in nearly the whole of its circumference， from the rising to the setting sun， and， behind the circle of fortifications which hemmed in Paris， formed a second interior enclosure of convents and chapels. Thus， immediately adjoining the park des Tournelles， between the Rue Saint-Antoine and the Vielle Rue du Temple， there stood Sainte-Catherine， with its immense cultivated lands， which were terminated only by the wall of Paris. Between the old and the new Rue du Temple， there was the Temple， a sinister group of towers， lofty， erect， and isolated in the middle of a vast， battlemented enclosure. Between the Rue Neuve-du-Temple and the Rue Saint-Martin， there was the Abbey of Saint-Martin， in the midst of its gardens， a superb fortified church， whose girdle of towers， whose diadem of bell towers， yielded in force and splendor only to Saint-Germain des Prés. Between the Rue Saint-Martin and the Rue Saint-Denis， spread the enclosure of the Trinité.
Lastly， between the Rue Saint-Denis， and the Rue Montorgueil， stood the Filles-Dieu. On one side， the rotting roofs and unpaved enclosure of the Cour des Miracles could be descried. It was the sole profane ring which was linked to that devout chain of convents.
Finally， the fourth compartment， which stretched itself out in the agglomeration of the roofs on the right bank， and which occupied the western angle of the enclosure， and the banks of the river down stream， was a fresh cluster of palaces and H？tels pressed close about the base of the Louvre. The old Louvre of Philip Augustus， that immense edifice whose great tower rallied about it three and twenty chief towers， not to reckon the lesser towers， seemed from a distance to be enshrined in the Gothic roofs of the H？tel d'Alen？on， and the Petit-Bourbon. This hydra of towers， giant guardian of Paris， with its four and twenty heads， always erect， with its monstrous haunches， loaded or scaled with slates， and all streaming with metallic reflections， terminated with wonderful effect the configuration of the Town towards the west.
