The street traffic made no noise in the snow and you could hardly hear the pedestrians who passed by.

Only children's voices were heard in the silence, especially the noisy band of urchins who had made a long slide in the gutter near the blacksmith's shop.
Gervaise would sometimes go over to the door, wipe the moisture from one of the panes with her hand, and look out to see what was happening to her neighborhood due to this extraordinary cold spell.

Not one nose was being poked out of the adjacent shops.

The entire neighborhood was muffled in snow.

The only person she was able to exchange nods with was the coal-dealer next door, who still walked out bare-headed despite the severe freeze.
What was especially enjoyable in this awful weather was to have some nice hot coffee in the middle of the day.