I was sitting on a park bench, engrossed in Nissim's Taleb's new book Antifragile, when I detected a new aroma. I lifted my head and saw a woman and her dog walking away. On the ground, five feet from where I was reading, sat a fresh pile of dog crap, glistening in the late morning sun. Moving to another bench wasn't an option. Shaded park benches with free WiFi connections are a rare find in Cannes, and it was going to take a lot more than olfactory assault to dislodge me.
Despite the signs, free plastic bags and special poop receptacles, French dog owners seldom clean up their dog's residue, nor do they make any attempt to take their dogs away from heavily trafficked pedestrian paths to do their business. Hundreds of dog owners walk their animals along the crowded Rue de Antibes, Cannes's densest shopping street, without making any effort to curb their animals, often allowing them to urinate on the door jam at a store's entrance. This may be one of the reasons why the French buy so much perfume.