I now remembered that, in fact, a fruiterer, carrying upon his head a large basket of apples, had nearly thrown me down, by accident, as we passed from the Rue C —— into the thoroughfare where we stood; but what this had to do with Chantilly I could not possibly understand.
Edgar Allan Poe. The Works of Edgar Allan Poe — Volume 1: The Murders in the Rue Morgue (1841)