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Sunday, November 26, 2006

On being a Parisian garbage man

It might not be your dream job, but it's just that for a surprising number of folks, here.

Listen here to why becoming a garbage collector is such a plum job in Paris.

Indeed, the Paris street cleaners are one of the first things you notice, after moving here. They're everywhere, all the time. Yes, Paris has more dog crap on the sidewalk than any other city I've been in, but it has cleaner streets in every other way. It's a city almost entirely without litter.

And all these folks with bright green suits and bright green plastic-bristled brooms are always so cheerful when you when you wish them good morning. Must be the croissants.


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