Liberty consists in the freedom to do everything which injures no one else
Whether slipping and sliding in the faeces and urine of compatriot's pooches causes injury is moot, but I think this is where many of the things that are peculiarly French have their roots.
It could be much worse, I guess. The Americans were at the same time enshrining rights that are wrongly read to let idiots spray bullets into their compatriots in schools, theatres and so on. Hmmm, dog shit v bullets...I think I'll go with the French version of individual rights.
Imagine for a moment if the US had enshrined the right for dogs to do what they do in the street. Smellier, but safer.
Now that I've got my only complaint about Nice out of the way, I want to sing its praises.
It truly is a lovely place to visit. A majestic promenade, the glittering bay of angels, lovely old buildings, parks dotting the centre and a character filled historic old town make it a pleasure to wander.
Add superb patisserie, magnificent cheeses and wines, subsidised for we tourists by the good taxpayers of France and a bistro or restaurant on every corner. Our decadent lunch at MelodyNice convinced us of the quality of the serious restaurants too.
And the people seem, well, pretty ordinary really, lots of retirees walking the promenade, taking in the sun, people jogging, riding, shopping. It doesn't have the dudes that dot some other coasts, including ours. Not pretentious, as I might have expected of the French Riviera.
Think Manly, but much grander, with an accent and decent food. Oh, and with Monaco, Cannes and St Tropez down the road!
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