I have often wondered about this little cul-de-sac, or “impasse”, as the French ironically prefer to call it. It looks like a real street with sidewalks and curbs, but I cannot see how any vehicle could ever have parked, let alone driven here. The reason is that I am standing at the very beginning of this dead end (at 43°32'56.63"N, 7°0'37.49"E), and behind me is a long stairway that leads from the Rue Clémenceau to the Rue Perrissol. Looking at the surroundings, it’s difficult to imagine how any car could ever have made it up here. Yet, there are sidewalks, and as the faded signs on the wall indicate, there used to be businesses here: a certain R. Chaissereau made chairs and leg rests, and someone named Bonhert manufactured lamps. Some day, I’ll have to research this...