Old Heusch textile factory, converted into a girls' high school in 1885, then a middle school and now an elementary school (Foch School). Claude Vigée attended it during the early years of his schooling (boys' section). The walk to the school was very long; to the eyes of the puny boy I was then, those deserted straight sidewalks seemed almost endless. They lay against the sad little houses, with large grayish roofs covered with snow, lost like souls in pain under the fog, in the cold and mud. We would arrive at 8 a.m. in a poorly heated old hickory located on what was then Stone Street, where strict discipline reigned. During the first month after schools reopened, we were treated generously and given the right to dialect, but after many laborious exercises on cursive sticks and curlicues, our new governess, Mrs. Zimmermann, announced to us, in Alsatian, that we would finally learn French. We opened the picture book on which ran a cute little rabbit and the governess said, "E lapin isch e hââs" (A "lapin" is a "rabbit," hâs in Alsatian). So I officially learned my first word of French at the girls' upper elementary school, along with about 30 astonished fellow students who burst out laughing upon hearing this news!