I wandered the picturesque streets of Paris, absorbed in everything and it all had luscious allure. ![bonjour](https://rvamuttropolis.wordpress.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/10/bonjour.png?w=150&h=120)
The crisply dressed and slender men who looked like they walked straight off the pages of GQ—très alluring. The seductive corner markets with their spices and chocolate croissants—sinfully alluring. The casual, lunchtime glass of wine at the café—alluring. And the now familiar jingle of the train station announcement chime—somehow, alluring. I was hypnotized by all things and senses French. And then came the cherry on top. The yorkies, the poodles, the pomeranians, as you would expect a part of Parisian life. I must have snapped a dozen pictures of one pup romping on the grass outside of the Louvre. At our centuries-old French châteaux, a yorkie joined us for the four course dinner. Down the Champs-Élysées strutted fully-clad furry Frenchmen and ladies headed to the luxury restaurants and shops.
There was simply no concern of a faux pas when it came to canines, except for one particular quirk. Excusez-moi, I was rather shocked to find most French parks are off-limits to dogs; quite the opposite to our standards. Dogs are welcome almost anywhere in Paris, and if they are not, signage clearly front and center will discern.
RVA Muttropolis rates Paris 4.5 out of 5 paws. Perhaps the most telling takeaway: RVA has great potential to rival.
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