THE ROAD TO SAINT HELEN'S
From Rue Quay de l'Horloge, up Rue de la Commune
to Rue Notre Dame, across the Jacques Cartier Bridge
to Ile Sainte Heléne.
So French it sounds like Paris 
Sung by Jacques Brel
Coughing his lungs out in
A grimy brasserie
The sky dark, the streets deserted, 
an old country song about a drifter down on his luck, 
with nowhere to go but the deserted fairground.