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The Story of Rouen

The Story of Rouen

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دار النشر: Project Gutenberg
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class="pginternal" tag="{}a">Des Todes Wappenschild, after Holbein*

320 Rouen in 1525, by Jacques Lelieur Facing 321 The Gallery of the Maison Bourgtheroulde 323 The Field of the Cloth of Gold 327 A Window in the Maison Bourgtheroulde 335 Inner Façade of the Maison Bourgtheroulde 339 Maison Caradas 347 Rue de l'Épicerie 353 A Window in the Maison Bourgtheroulde* 361 Rouen in 1620, by Mérian Facing 369 Coustou's Bas-relief of Commerce* 369 Pierre Corneille, by Lasne Facing 376 Eau de Robec 381 Courtyard in the Rue Petit Salut 388

The illustrations marked with * are drawn by Jane E. Cook.


A. The Site of Rouen between the Seine and
the Hills
B. Main Streets and Boulevards, showing the
Walls besieged by Henry V.
Facing 5
C. The Gallo-Roman Walls, and the oldest
Streets in Rouen
Facing 71
D. Rouen in the Thirteenth Century Facing 103
E. The Extension of Rouen Eastwards at the
end of the Fourteenth Century
Facing 169
F. Plan (and elevation of the Houses) of the
Vieux-Marché and the Marché-aux-Veaux
(now Place de la Pucelle) drawn
by Jacques Lelieur for his "Livre des
Fontaines" in 1525
Facing 209





Amis, c'est donc Rouen, la ville aux vieilles rues,
Aux vieilles tours, débris de races disparues,
La ville aux cent clochers carillonant dans l'air,
Le Rouen des châteaux, des hôtels, des bastilles,
Dont le front hérissé de flèches et d'aiguilles
Déchire incessamment les brumes de la mer.

THE three great rivers that flow from the heart of France to her three seas have each a character of their own. The grey and rapid current of the Rhone, swollen with the melting of the glacier-snows, rolls past the imperishable monuments of ancient Empire, and through the oliveyards and vineyards of Provence, falls into the blue waves of the southern sea. The sandy stream of Loire goes westward past the palaces of kings and the walled pleasure-gardens of Touraine, whispering of dead royalty. But the Seine pours out his black and toil-stained waters northward between rugged banks, hurrying from the capital of France to bear her cargoes through the Norman cliffs into the English Channel.

If Paris, Rouen, and Le Havre were but one town, whose central highway was this great river of the north, it would be at the vital spot, the very market-cross, that Rouen has sprung up and flourished through the centuries, at that dividing line where ships must stay that sail in from the sea, and cargo boats set out that ply the upper stream with commerce for the inland folk; and this