Just like in Paris, there are men in Calais who deal in human trafficking. They frequent the bars at the harbor to see if there are any newcomers. I was sitting together with my two travel companions, the spice merchant's son and the man from Rouen. We were in the middle of eating a meal which consisted of meat and cabbage when an elderly sailor entered. He sat down at the end of the table and started interrogating us. He wanted to know where we came from and how tall we were.