From a distance, the french specimen of human seems really nice to live around. always smiling to strangers, saying "pardon" when bumping into you...helping with directions, willing to show you around.. one might think it's paradise to live among them.
I'm starting to wonder...is it possible that i only met the low of the low? the hard to live with kind?
i need to explore other cities and see if the pattern repeats itself.
the blog is slowly dying out of lack of bad things happening. that's probably a good thing. i need to go to the bank these days, that's probably gonna make at least one more post...
but as the very dearest someone observed, the dog shit on the street gets overwhelming. and in some weird twisted manner, it's always soft and stinky. i think the shit back home is rather dry and easy to loose once you stepped in it. you can even imagine it brings luck. here, it's not that lucky. it's impossible to walk around without stepping in something soft, and the wierd part is that there are no homeless dogs.. and no grass to wipe your shoes afterwards.
i prefer the garbage you find on our streets. bottles, newspapers, beer cans.
few weeks ago, on a romantic walk in the old town, center of the city with cafes and small restaurants, beautiful narrow streets we found, in the middle of the road..... a very freshly poo-ed diaper. no thanks...
ok, we found the bottle opener so that's it for today.
ppl, try litchis if you haven't already.
buh-bye
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