When the sun rose, the old and bloated medieval city seemingly regained a brief vitality. The streets hummed with animals and carriages. The morning sun shone on city walls and towers, illuminating the glass panes on the bell tower as well as coating the steeples of the church and castles with a golden glow. The warm sunlight finally fell into the dirty slum, as though it was about to bake and dry the smelly ditches in Rue Truite and its surrounding dark neighborhood.