Dog Shit

Welcome to Paris: City of Lights and Love. City of bread and cheese and wine. City of music, art, culture. City of history and mystery. City of intellect. City of grandeur.

City of dog shit.

Yeah that's right. Dog shit. after you tear your eyes away from the Eiffel tower, the Mona Lisa, the Venus de Milo, the arch de triumph, you'll notice a nasty smell and a sticky, slidy substance attached to your lovely new white Nikes that give you away as an American and that my friends, is what Paris is really famous for. Not only do Parisians let their dogs crap on the sidewalks, they can't be bothered to pick it up. Which adds a certain charm to the city pavement. A decoration if you will. And I do mean decoration. For as you can see, Parisian dogs shit in the most interesting colors in the world. A regular cornucopia of hues and smells. I don’t know what French people feed their dogs, but it certainly paints the concrete all sorts of remarkable colors. Greens, yellows, oranges, reds, pinks and only very rarely do you see a brown. I fear for the lives of these dogs. And the lives of Parisians. I thought we figured out that dumping shit into the streets was a bad idea in like 1830. It spreads dysentery.

So please Paris, love your arrondissement. And not only yours, but those of your neighbors. And pick up your dog crap, so I don't get dysentery.

Love,
Renée