Formerly the quintessence of a working class street.
"I believe that there is only one city in the world, Liège, my home town, that boasts about officially possessing, for several centuries, a Rue Roture. It is a narrow, probably medieval street, which leads to Rue Puits-en-Sock, around fifty metres from my grandfathers old millinery.The houses are tiny and cladded with lime. When I was a child and young man, a sort of stream flowed down the middle of the road, carrying, not spring water or drinking water, but washing water, laundry effluent and even waste water from the toilets. The inhabitants had no shame, quite the opposite in fact, to proclaim that they lived “in Roture”, because they said “in Roture” as the French say “in Avignon”. It was a world apart, the most underprivileged place in the city, but nonetheless, many of its windows were by no means lacking in pots of geraniums.
[Georges Simenon, De la cave au grenier, 1977]."