Originally Posted by holymadness
The staircase of the Bastille opera is home to a motley collection of scum and riff-raff who haven't bathed for days, spend all their time drinking shitty lager and all seem to own massive rottweilers which they keep on chains. They all have dreadlocks, dress in black or in military fatigues, and smoke used cigarette butts found on the ground. The other day I saw one of them had brought her baby in a carriage while the rest were milling about drunkenly. Another time, I watched as the alpha male of the group had found some french fries in a dumpster and took pleasure in feeding them to his dog while some other dude groveled at his feet to ask for a taste.
I guess France has crusties too.