Paris is full of shit, lots and lots of shit.
It’s fucking everywhere, on every pavement, on every street, everywhere you look or turn there is dog shit to be seen, smelt and stepped in.
I don’t think the whole concept of picking it up has caught on over here yet.
*Yes I am trying to be funny
There are many, many genuinely needy homeless people in Paris. You wonder sometimes how a lot of them stay alive for so long, I mean just check out the state of this guy and you’ll see what I mean.You see skinny mothers dressed in rags with hungry kids hanging from their tits, old men with no teeth and half a leg missing, you see lonely 16 year olds with no shoes … and then you come across this asshole!
I mean c’mon, she’s obviously well fed, her clothes are crispy clean, she’s got a bag full of groceries behind her, I bet those designer glasses didn’t come cheap either and look at that classy bowl she’s using!
I’ve always been amazed, when walking through the streets of Paris, by the number of homeless people one will stroll past on a daily basis. Whether it be on a freezing February morning or a burning hot summery afternoon you’ll be knowingly ignoring a beggar at some point in your day.
Jeebus Price indeed!