The Difference Between Them And Us

 This is a picture I took several years ago in Paris.

It was a few stoops down from mine, it was early in the morning, and I thought that it told a tale.

So I took a picture.

I had learned years previously that walking anywhere in Paris without a camera was a bad idea.

So I got this picture.

I cropped it for this post, but, otherwise, it's what I saw that early morning on rue Rue Guénégaud.

Two things:

Where in America these days would somebody EVER leave valuable sacks of potatoes out on a doorstep?

Yeah, I'm old enough to remember the milk man; I rest my case.

And also:

Now we know why Paris and Brussels frites are so much better; they don't use russets.