As he passed the Rue de la Huchette, the odor of those admirable spits, which were incessantly turning, tickled his olfactory apparatus, and he bestowed a loving glance toward the Cyclopean roast, which one day drew from the Franciscan friar, Calatagirone, this pathetic exclamation: ~Veramente, queste rotisserie sono cosa stupenda~!* But Jehan had not the wherewithal to buy a breakfast, and he plunged, with a profound sigh, under the gateway of the Petit−Châtelet, that enormous double trefoil of massive towers which guarded the entrance to the City.
En passant devant la rue de la Huchette, l’odeur de ces admirables broches qui tournaient incessamment vint chatouiller son appareil olfactif, et il donna un regard d’amour à la cyclopéenne rôtisserie qui arracha un jour au cordelier Calatagirone cette pathétique exclamation : Veramente, queste rotisserie sono cosa stupenda ! Mais Jehan n’avait pas de quoi déjeuner, et il s’enfonça avec un profond soupir sous le porche du Petit-Châtelet, énorme double-trèfle de tours massives qui gardait l’entrée de la Cité.