“Dawn
came slowly, a soft grey that spread watercolour tints
everywhere. The piles of greenery were like waves, a river
of green flowing along the roadway like an autumn torrent;
and they assumed delicate, shadowy hues-pale violet, milky
pink, and greenish yellow, all the soft light hues that
turn the sky into a canopy of shot silk as the sun rises...
At the intersection in the Rue des Halles, mountains of
cabbages were piled up...”
Émile Zola, The Belly of Paris