Pont Bouju
The Bouju bridge

The river flows under my arches and crosses the city towards the north. I used to be known as the Great Bridge, a well-chosen name for me, in relation with the "Rue du chat qui pêche". I'm now known as the Pont Bouju under the more modest name of a city resident. Until two centuries ago, my arches bore a large number of houses along my banks. Ever since 1300, I have always been an important cross-point, thanks to my special location below the Château des Comtes, where I watched over the outer courtyard and its fortifications. I bore a mill, the canoness' oven as well as huge crowds walking to the city centre. Violent currents unsealed my pillars and carried my arches away one day in 1837. I was born once again and here I am, as always, master of the path leading to the cathedral.

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