“I alight at Esplanade in a smell of roasting coffee and creosote and walk up Royal Street. The lower Quarter is the best part. The ironwork on the balconies sags like rotten lace. Little French cottages hide behind high walls. Through deep sweating carriageways one catches glimpses of courtyards gone to jungle.” CoffeeCottagesBalconiesCourtyardsRoyal StreetCarriagewaysCreosoteIronwork Book:The Moviegoer Source: The Moviegoer