Why I Love Paris: reason #347

We're walking out the door of our apartment, and ahead of a us a truck is stopped in front of a boucherie (butcher) with doors wide open and blood red sides of beef stuffed inside and hanging out the back. One guy is hacking away at the rib section of one carcass while standing on the street while his partner is hauling in huge slabs of meat to the shop. File that under things you would never see in the U.S. How can you not love that?!