Paris gets a bad rap for dog mess, and it’s true that some streets are worse than others. In my neighborhood, I’ve learned to watch my feet on rue Dupin and rue Coëtlogon, which, after several unfortunate incidents, we now call rue de la Merde.
I thought I was the only one who noticed the piles of dog scat steaming up the street. But out for a walk last week, I had to laugh when I spotted this irritated scrawl chalked on the sidewalk.
Someone has obviously reached the end of their leash.