Through the bars of the tall gate against which we silently rested our heads, we looked towards the top of the village and watched a funeral procession which had come from remote parts of the country and had stopped at the Cross-Roads.
Par les barreaux du grand portail, où nous appuyions silencieusement nos têtes, nous regardâmes, au haut du bourg, sur les Quatre-Routes, le cortège d’un enterrement venu du fond de la campagne.