it's no news that i've been displaying details and more details and have shared why those little things fill me with love and exuberance walking around here in Aix... but as I romanticize these details... there is one detail, or rather one vexation, the natives have tried to resolve while overlooking the minutia of said vexation. this nuisance is also known as the dog; more specifically, dog shit.
it's everywhere. i've seen more shit than I have dogs. how do the french manage in keeping their glossy leather shoes unsoiled with the profusion of dog excrement? do they consistently have one eye on the pavement? how? why is it not inherently understood that if you own a dog, you pick up its dung?
also i especially love that this is their solution.