I finally thought of taking a picture of one of these Parisian scoop law signs on our way back from dinner last night (there was wine, yes, which explains the blurry). “I love my neighborhood,” it says, “[so therefore] I scoop.” Maybe it’s effective — who knows? There is a fair amount of unscooped poop, but most of it is in the streets or at the edges of the sidewalks. The thing that knocks me out is the little shovel — how elegant! How impractical!