Paris has not only become the home of a variety of immigrants, both legal and illegal,but also of an underclass who live and beg on the streets, often with dogs and cats and babies to elicit sympathy. I saw an organ grinder outside a luxury department store with a mangy cat sitting atop the instrument with a hat beside it. The North Africans sell trinkets near the Eiffel Tower and run off every time the gendarmes appear. The gypsy women often have babies and their older children pick your pockets while the mother engages you in conversation. There seems to be no coherent public policy to address the situation, so signs appear warning tourists of the dangers.
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