bourg

My father used to sell old nails at the corner of a boundary stone in the Bourg-Saint-Andeol.

The woman ran out into the Bourg, calling loudly that the Count was slain.

At break of day next morning a cold, heavy mist hung low over Bruges, and in the Bourg everything was shrouded in darkness.

The Bourg is empty and dark, steeped in black shadows at the door of the chapel where the relic has been laid to rest.

The villagers bound and dragged him to the nearest guardhouse at Bourg-la-Reine.