It has become quite the art to dodge the dog poo on the the street as I pass by. I swear, there is not a Rue, Quai, Boulevarde or Avenue in Angers that does not have at least one unpleasantly large canine bowel movement directly in my path from point (a) to point (b). Considering my new found love for french shoes- I have become a fecal matter ninja....
Sadly: little else to report.
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