poop ‘n scoop, French style

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LONDON. The British scoop, why can’t the French?

Do you poop ‘n scoop? Or, rather, does your dog poop and you scoop? Because only a minority of the French do, and I wonder why that is. Do they consider it beneath them to stoop?

Here in my building, we’re in the midst of a battle with a teenage boy and his dog. It used to be an adorable puppy, now it’s a full-blown shitter. Does he have any parents? (the boy, not the dog.) Does he have any sense of civic responsibility? (again, the boy, not the dog.) And who’s to blame? The boy, the dog, or the parents? (if he has any). Or maybe the government is to blame. The French blame their government for everything, it absolves them from personal responsibility.

Last week I came home from work – in the rain and the dark – at about 7 pm. On the walkway in front of the door of my building was a massive pile of excrement. Because of the rain, it had started to liquify and was spreading like diarrhea all over the tiled walkway. And if that wasn’t bad enough, it stank to high heaven. People were coming in and out of the building and slipping and sliding (in the dark) on this stinking mess. I was so disgusted, I went up to my apartment, wrote on a sheet of paper: CECI EST ABSOLUMENT DEGOUTANT, LE PROPRIETAIRE AUSSI, went back downstairs and stuck it on the inside of the glass lobby door. (This is absolutely disgusting, the owner too.)

The next day I ran into the kid and the dog in front of the building. I accosted him. “Was that you, or rather your dog, that shit in front of the building last night?” I said, in French. (Est-ce que c’était toi, ou plutôt ton chien, qui a chié devant l’immeuble hier soir?) Of course he denied it. That was last week. Tonight, I came home from work at around 6, ran upstairs to get my shopping caddy and my winter coat (a cold front from Russia is on its way to Western Europe; this weekend and next week is forecast to be minus six Celsius), went back outside and who do I run into on the opposite sidewalk? The kid again. His dog, caught in the act of flagrant délit, was doing a crap in the middle of the sidewalk. I walked by with my caddy, and in a rare and remarkable display of self-restraint, I didn’t say a word. The kid, however, saw me coming and pulled a plastic bag out of his pocket. Good for him, I said to myself as I headed up the street, he’s becoming toilet trained.

But, no! An hour later I walked down that same sidewalk, my caddy filled with groceries, and there was a big pile of merde in that same spot. Fresh. From that dog. The kid never picked it up.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is just one example of the recalcitrant attitude of many French people, all ages. When they think no-one’s looking, they perform all sorts of uncivic acts.

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And it’s not just dogs who do their business in the street. Two Sundays ago, I was standing in front of my window talking to a friend on the phone when a municipal street-cleaner, directly across the road from my apartment and standing on the sidewalk, looked both ways, didn’t see anyone, unzipped his fly and urinated into the street.

“You’ll never guess what I’m looking at,” I said to my friend on the phone.

I’ve just looked at a website for the City of Paris and burst out laughing. Under DOGS AND THEIR OWNERS, it says – Dogs have natural needs and it’s up to their owners to ensure that sidewalks don’t become public dog toilets (I’m translating). Pour cela il y a une seule solution : ramasser les déjections !  For this, there is only one solution: pick up their droppings! It is not very complicated. You only need a pair of rubber gloves and some paper towels. 

Rubber gloves? You mean, like, my bright pink dish gloves?? I’ve just had a mental image of men and women alike, strolling with their dogs down Parisian streets wearing brightly-colored dish gloves. It could become a fashion trend!

All over this country you see motorcycles with vacuum cleaners attached to them, they’re called motocrottes. (the polite term for dog doo is crotte de chien.) Three motocrottes cost around 36.000 euros. Brigades of them drive around cities, sucking up dog dirt. Geez, no wonder taxes are so high in this country. The French would rather pay high taxes for a motocrotte than stoop behind the derrière of their poodle and do the dirty work themselves. That’s the truth of it. Why they believe they are superior to the rest of us is a mystery I’ve been pondering for over two decades.

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Next blog post: as a pedestrian, do you stop at red lights? Because the French don’t. They truly believe that a red light does not concern them. (French pedestrians see green light, even when it’s red: study)

In 2011, I was in Calgary, Alberta for a month. I haphazardly crossed a city street and was immediately stopped by two policeman who issued me a ticket for jaywalking. When they asked me why I did what I did, I was completely stumped for an answer. And then I blurted out “I live in France.” They just stared at me. I felt foolish.

Claude Dozorme (mystery photo)

Last week I posted this mystery photo and asked what you thought the men (and their dogs) were doing. Well, the answer is below.

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They’re sharpening knives! 

From the Claude Dozorme website – Built along the banks of the River Durolle, in what is now known as the « Vallée des Usines » (Factory Valley), the knife-making workshops took full advantage of the river’s hydraulic power to produce and supply massive numbers of knives to wholesaler ironmongers in France. Local memory still remembers the « yellow bellies », the hundreds of grinders who sharpened blades lying on their stomachs above the millstones, a position specific to the French cutlery industry, with a dog lying on their legs to keep them warm.

Take a look at the interesting English-language link below which describes the Puy de Dôme region in the center of France (the Auvergne) and the medieval town of Thiers whose cutlery industry spans six centuries. For those familiar with the famous Laguiole knives, they’re also made in Thiers.

http://www.dozorme-claude.fr/en/a-knife-story

the AR-15, America’s favorite assault rifle

It’s the gun that is found in the midst of almost every mass shooting in the US. It’s also the most popular gun across America – because it is such an effective weapon for mass murderers.

The Las Vegas gunman used one, modified so that it could shoot like a fully automatic gun; the Pulse nightclub shooter used a rifle in the same style to kill 49 people in Florida; it was used in the San Bernardino, Sandy Hook, and Colorado cinema shootings too.

One of the gun’s most attractive features is that it can be easily modified, according to the NRA. That’s also what makes it so much more attractive to mass murderers, too: it is easy to buy and then change into something even more powerful, without breaking laws that prohibit the manufacturing of fully automatic weapons for the public.

from The Independent newspaper in Britain

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In 1968, Elizabeth Taylor took out a $50,000 full-page ad in the New York Times demanding gun control. It was signed by more than 100 other celebrities, including Mel Brooks, Richard Burton, Barbra Streisand and many others.

Today, Congress members who oppose stricter gun laws and who profit from NRA funding should be publicly named and shamed, their names and faces splashed on billboards across the country, on cereal boxes, on milk cartons. Especially this scoundrel below, Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell, who expressed his “deep sadness” but continues to block gun-control proposals. Deep sadness? These morally bankrupt people don’t give a rat’s ass about protecting American citizens.

Already, the Florida shooting is old news, eclipsed by Mueller’s Russia indictment. Like the victims themselves, this story will be buried.

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“From my cold, dead hands …” Oh wait, that was Charlton Heston. Oh well, same thing. Nothing has changed, in fact, it’s worse.


And why not shame NRA board members … who are they anyway? It’s time to out these monsters. But this is a uniquely American issue that no other First World country can understand. For a non-American, the NRA is a deeply scary thing; some view it as a terrorist organization. Not so in the USA where gun culture is deeply embedded in its society and culture; where the Constitution’s Second Amendment is sacrosanct.

Like Liz Taylor back in 1968, why aren’t wealthy celebrities and organizations taking out full page ads in major newspapers demanding gun control? As for social media, if the #MeToo movement can bring down Hollywood, why can’t #StopGunViolence bring down the NRA? Or at least its grip on Washington.

The whole world is watching the slaughter of innocents in the “great” US of A, and asking, “How many must die before this madness ends?”

 

 

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I bet you’ll never guess what these men are doing. Talk about lying down on the job! And why do they have dogs snuggled on their backs?

Here’s a hint: the workshop is situated directly above a river in the town of Thiers in the department of Puy-de-Dôme in the Auvergne region of central France.

Stay tuned for the answer (unless someone can provide the answer to this mystery photo …)

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cooking classes and culinary schools in Paris

When I was a teenager, I wanted to be a saucier.

“A what?” people would say.

“A saucier,” I’d reply (saucily), “Someone who makes sauces.”

But in fact, it’s not only sauces. A saucier also prepares stocks, soups and stews and hot hors d’oeuvres such as grilled scallops, baked puff pastry, stuffed mushrooms or miniature beef wellingtons, to name a few.

In the end I never did become a saucier, at least not a professional one, but it’s never too late to learn. Just sign up for a course or two at a culinary school (or enroll in a longer-term certificate course.) What’s fun for a tourist to Paris is to attend a morning or afternoon workshop in a famous cooking school – like the Cordon Bleu or Alain Ducasse – to make macarons, your own baguette, meat and fish dishes, or participate in wine tastings. In most schools, classes are in English. There are even classes for children.

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Yum … you can learn to make these!

Here’s the link to the Alain Ducasse Cooking School in English. Other links are below.

bon appétit !

http://www.ecolecuisine-alainducasse.com/en/theme/cooking-classes-in-english

https://theculturetrip.com/europe/france/paris/articles/the-7-best-cooking-classes-in-paris/

https://bonjourparis.com/food-and-drink/top-10-culinary-schools-in-paris/

 

3 American heros

I’ve just watched the trailer of Clint Eastwood’s new movie, The 15:17 to Paris. I like the title. It’s a true story based on three American men who averted a massacre on a European train. It was August 21, 2015 and the three boyhood friends were aboard a high-speed train en route to Paris from Amsterdam when an Islamist gunman opened fire. Along with two others — a French national and a Briton — they charged, tackled and subdued the jihadi.

The best part of Eastwood’s movie is that the three heros – Anthony Sadler, Alek Skarlatos and Spencer Stone – are in it, and they play themselves!

On a personal level, the terrorist attack is particularly chilling because I have taken that same train and same route many times: to Amsterdam, Brussels and other destinations in Belgium and Holland.

For their bravery, French President Francois Hollande bestowed France’s highest honor on Sadler, Skarlatos and Stone and awarded them with the Legion of Honor. Chris Norman, a 62-year-old British consultant, was also decorated.

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Here’s a write-up of the movie in The New York Times with the trailer –