A Paris, indique la mairie, les 200 000 chiens qui peuplent la ville, produisent 10 tonnes d'excréments chaque jour

A Paris, indique la mairie, les 200 000 chiens qui peuplent la ville,
produisent 10 tonnes d'excréments chaque jour



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"Art
Who needs a Pooper Scooper? Well surely not our good friends in
France. Dog **** on a paris sidewalk(every sidewalk) is like a star
in
the sky, untrampled, untouched, and perfectly formed. Like the rest
of
Paris, even the dog **** is romantic and ornate as if it were placed
with great care by the "hand" of god, yet you know it was not. I
formed constellations in my mind as I watched my step, though it was
difficult with my eyes constantly distracted by some gargantuan piece
of architecture at every turn."

"There are almost a quarter of a million dogs in Paris, collectively
producing over four thousand pounds (1800 kilos) of crap per day.
Most
of it seems to end up in the middle of the sidewalk. How paradoxical,
for a people whose culture places so much importance on good form,
that their capital is so fouled by feces.

The sorry state of the city’s sidewalks is a glaring manifestation of
a collective cultural selfishness and, yes, arrogance. Fact is,
Parisian dog owners just don’t care if other people end up stepping
in
their pet’s poo. It’s as if it’s some kind of inalienable right to be
able to crap anywhere one pleases. Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité is
the
French national slogan after all....."

"The first thing you notice about Paris is the dog ****. Its bitter
perfume rises in the quivering heat and soaks into your nostrils like
a rare sweet thing. It is pasted along the pavements where footprints
leave their mark, and it is curled round the trees that line the
streets. Golden yellow in the sun or red-brown in the glistening
rain.
Make of these curious monuments what you will. Here the pinnacle of
the Eiffel Tower in the gutter, there the curved white dome of the
Sacré-Coeur and here is the Seine trickling down towards your
feet..."