If there was anything that could be considered “the hard part” of two-plus weeks in France, it was that we couldn’t take Penny with us. Now, I don’t think that she would have liked Paris all that much (crowded streets, lots of traffic). But it was pretty easy to imagine a pointer running through the wide open – and coyoteless – fields along the Dordogne.
While we were there, I learned something that I wouldn’t have guessed beforehand: the French LOVE their dogs! Dogs were everywhere in Paris — many many people could be seen walking (and a few carrying) their pups around town.
As for breeds, we think we saw more French Bulldogs than anything, with Bichon Frises and Labs coming in close behind. The stereotypical Poodles (whether full-size or mini) were few and far between.
Still, with all that Penny was often in our minds as we went through museums and along the streets of Paris and Sarlat.
I was surprised how often dogs showed up in prominent museum pieces.
And their appearance was no “modern” art trend. Dogs showed up in Medieval areas too — like in the frescoes of one of the grand staircases of the Louvre…
… and on the floor tiles of the beautiful church of Saint Chappelle.
When we got to Sarlat though, there weren’t as many dogs in the art work and frescoes, but there were a number of free-roaming dogs that seemed to have free-run of the cobblestone streets. Usually these dogs would trot by, stopping at their favorite stores’ doors and cruising by to see if you might have a treat for them.
One day in Sarlat, I was followed home from the boulangerie by a sweet-faced brindle-coated dog. I was tempted, but didn’t relinquish any treats. Then surprisingly after our dinner, The Beloved and I were visited by the same dog. If I’d left with a “doggie bag”, he might have gotten a score.
I know Penny would have played with him.