Feuilly is, at this point, gawking in a way that would bring him nothing but scorn in Paris. As a town, of course this would be very small, but he's reminded of the barrières neighborhoods.

And all right, Coventry and Warwick, he knows roughly where those are on a map; with those names he feels a little more as if his feet are on the ground.

Less so, when he trips over a chicken. Emilia lets out a quickly-stifled squawk.