As seen from the Place de la Monnaie, the Rue Neuve resembled a strait through which a rippling wave of heads pushed its way, and, advancing with difficulty, zigzagging, like a boat rocking on the waves, the red carriage of a tram car. All of it bathed in a dazzling, reddish glow; the glittering shop windows reflected an immense light, and, from the rooftops, the corners of the façades and the windows where they illuminated the signs, arc lamps poured out beams of bluish, violet, green and yellow light. 1