Buddenbrooks by Thomas Mann

Thomas Buddenbrook went down Meng Street as far as the "Five Houses. " He avoided Broad Street so as not to be accosted by acquaintances and obliged to greet them. With his hands deep in the big pockets of his warm dark grey overcoat, he walked, sunk in thought, over the hard, sparkling snow, which crunched under his boots. He went his own way, and whither it led no one knew but himself. The sky was pale blue and clear, the air biting and crisp -- a still, severe, clear weather, with five degrees of frost; in short, a matchless February day.

Thomas walked down the "Five Houses," crossed Bakers' Alley, and went along a narrow cross-street into Fishers' Lane. He followed this street, which led down to the Trave parallel to Meng Street, for a few steps, and paused before a small house, a modest flower-shop, with a narrow door and dingy show-window, where a few pots of onions stood on a pane of green glass.