Never mind the French … garbage in the streets.
Its smell is actually better than the stinking cigares on café terrasses, the toxic diesel particles in the streets (especially for kids and dogs and dwarves with their nose lower, and possibly better, than ours), and the dirty hands of too many French (politicians, but not only).
Besides, after a few decades of French style socialism “à la Saint-Germain des Prés”, many French, especially Parisians without subsidized housing and a job in the administration, football or the glamour business, have no better choice for food than picking up rotten cherries, disposed caviar and other junk food left by the richer tourists and more famous sociali(s)tes.
More (by The Telegraph, in Oxbridge British English, of course, not French or other globbish junk) : http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/2016/06/09/pictures-of-the-day-9-june-2016/a-waiter-stands-near-a-pile-of-rubbish-bags-in-front-of-the-cafe/
Vive la France (de gauche caviar de maintenant) !
No comment, indeed.
Reno – June 10th, 2016