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Shooting Season

It feels sometimes as though it is always the shooting season in France.  It is certainly a dangerous sport for everyone in this country with dozens of people being killed every year.  They not only shoot each other, I assume by accident, although it would be a good cover for murder, but they have killed people going for walks on proper paths and even motorists passing by.

Signs are put out on the roads, even major ones, and designated walking routes which say, 'Attention Chasse en cours', in other words be careful you don't get shot.  Err, you are the ones with the guns.

This morning in the market while patiently waiting to pay for my myrtilles (blueberries) I saw a Korean lady pick up a punnet of strawberries, add about 8 strawberries from another punnet then go quickly to the front of the queue and throw some coins at the startled lady behind the stall and march off.  I asked the man in front of me whether he had seen it.  He shrugged and said, she is a foreigner.  I am a foreigner but I wouldn't do that.


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