Summer is here. The warm weather rolls in from the south with welcome. People start shedding their winter layers. There is a new smell in the air. The smell of…
Merde…
Normally, there are two bums that live on my street. However, as the weather warms, the migratory bums arrive.
The first introduction was last year. While walking towards the apartment, one saw tufts of hair blowing down the street.
Hair? Is someone shearing their Pomeranian?
No, two bums are in the middle of the road, shearing each other’s scalp. Shirts off and scissors out, le rue turned into le salon.
But if these harmless hijinks are the worst, so be it.
However, like most species of birds in Paris, the migratory bums care not where they leave their droppings. Thus, between May and September, my street transforms into the best looking latrine in the world. Each morning greets you with the opposite of fresh air. You must now watch out for droppings created by something much larger than a 5 kilogram Parisian pet.
There are workers in a radio truck recording the opera at the moment. The truck is parked in the worst of it.
Pity them.
Merde…
Normally, there are two bums that live on my street. However, as the weather warms, the migratory bums arrive.
The first introduction was last year. While walking towards the apartment, one saw tufts of hair blowing down the street.
Hair? Is someone shearing their Pomeranian?
No, two bums are in the middle of the road, shearing each other’s scalp. Shirts off and scissors out, le rue turned into le salon.
But if these harmless hijinks are the worst, so be it.
However, like most species of birds in Paris, the migratory bums care not where they leave their droppings. Thus, between May and September, my street transforms into the best looking latrine in the world. Each morning greets you with the opposite of fresh air. You must now watch out for droppings created by something much larger than a 5 kilogram Parisian pet.
There are workers in a radio truck recording the opera at the moment. The truck is parked in the worst of it.
Pity them.
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