Parisians are known for their style, grace, beauty, and class but apparently this does not translate into an ability to clean up after their dogs. Maybe picking up poo is below them. It certainly is below me. Everywhere. My 20 minute walk along St. Germain to class every day consists of dodging crazed Parisian drivers and piles upon piles of poop. This becomes particularly annoying at 7:40 am on Wednesdays when I am on my way to my 8 am class, for I am already in a foul mood for rising before the sun. So I pray that the Parisians get their shit together and pick up their shit before the weather turns nicer when I wear my new leopard print flats and not my boots.
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