What kind of uncivilized country is this? I got a hoot out of the sign on the way into a popular Parisian bakery near the Rue Daguerre (I think it's called Moisan), that made clear that not only weren't dogs permitted in the bakery, but cats weren't either! As you may know, pets are king in France. They go into restaurants, the metro, grocery stores, department stores, you name it. I remember my mom visiting me during my junior year abroad in Paris. We were at a pretty nice restaurant, and all of a sudden a woman sits down next to her and there's a dog knocking around at mom's feet. Mom was not amused. :-)
Below is a lady, yesterday, walking Fido into the grocery/department store - she's standing at the cafe counter, next to the bakery. I think my sister Kathy needs to bring Carmela to France when she finally visits Paris.
