Saturday morning happenings in no particular order:
*A friend calls in great agitation. Her dog has been hit by a cyclist on the pavement.
*The lift in our building is out of order. The doors are broken. Someone has been sick inside.
*Two winos sit in the children's playground part of an otherwise empty park. They swig from bottles. Children watch.
*The sand pit is full of rubbish.
*There is dog dirt right outside our back door.
*A cyclist on a 20kg Vélib' jumps a red light.
*A motorist ignores a pedestrian crossing.
*Demonstrators march down the Boulevards. The roads are blocked.
*I reflect on my friend's suggestion we complain to the mayor about threats to life and limb on Paris' pavements.
*I think: Good idea. We will fall about with uncontrollable mirth at the very idea next week. Probably in front of the mayor.
*The estate agent is closed. Again.
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