Florence: handbags and a lack of rags
posted by Jamila
Something I will never quite understand about the Florentines: that they insist on draping themselves in Louis Vuitton or Gucci bags (their designers of choice) and yet they refuse to groom their dogs or clean up the shit on the sidewalk. Perhaps they don't mind it lying around? I understand a revulsion for shit, though it comes part and parcel with the dog package. And I can't comprehend why stooping for a brief moment to scoop it up (and they do sell scented baggies to make the experience a notch less unpleasant) is more awful than seeing piles of it left and right on a daily basis. At night it is particularly dangerous—as most everything closes by 7 pm, there is not enough illumination to warn a casual stroller of the fecal dangers that lurk. I have witnessed just about every size and shape designer bag in the past three months; I have also discovered every shape, color, size and texture of dog feces.
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Something I will never quite understand about the Florentines: that they insist on draping themselves in Louis Vuitton or Gucci bags (their designers of choice) and yet they refuse to groom their dogs or clean up the shit on the sidewalk. Perhaps they don't mind it lying around? I understand a revulsion for shit, though it comes part and parcel with the dog package. And I can't comprehend why stooping for a brief moment to scoop it up (and they do sell scented baggies to make the experience a notch less unpleasant) is more awful than seeing piles of it left and right on a daily basis. At night it is particularly dangerous—as most everything closes by 7 pm, there is not enough illumination to warn a casual stroller of the fecal dangers that lurk. I have witnessed just about every size and shape designer bag in the past three months; I have also discovered every shape, color, size and texture of dog feces.
Labels: animals, EUROPE, fashion, FLORENCE, ITALY, lifestyle, pets
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