In our part of the town, except for a clan of workers whom one keeps one's eye on, every one goes to church, men as well as women, as a matter of propriety, out of gratitude to employers or lords of the manor, or by religious conviction.

Two streets open into the Place and two roads, bordered with apple-trees, as well, so that these four ways lead town and country to the Place.
It has the shape of a heart, and is delightful.

It is shaded by a very old tree, under which justice was formerly administered.

That is why they call it the Great Tree, although there are greater ones.

In winter it is dark, like a perforated umbrella.