I’m not exactly sure what the difference is between the two. The street was lined with single-storey houses, garages and even stables. Indeed, it was called Rue du Quartier-de-Cavalerie. In the middle, on the right-hand side, a large dark-brick apartment block stood out. Night had fallen by the time we stepped onto the street. I was still walking a few steps behind her, but little by little I reduced the distance between us. I was certain that, even if I walked level with her, she wouldn’t notice me. I revisited this street later, during the day. You headed past the brick apartment block, and were going to end up in a wasteland. There was not a cloud in the sky. When you got to the end of the street, it opened onto a sort of vacant lot, which bordered a much larger area. There was a sign: ARMY OPERATIONS. Beyond that was the Bois de Vincennes park. But, at night, this street looked like any other suburban street: Asnières, Issy-les-Moulineaux, Levallois…She was moving slowly, with her dancer’s walk.
