Here's your typical traffic jam, your typically narrow Parisian sidewalk... and then a not-so-typical couple in the midst of this mess.
"Come on Marthy! Go ahead, be a good boy."
No proper Parisian would stop and stare so I get on my best spy game and start pretending I'm waiting for a bus, I cross the streets 3-4 times... 5 minutes later, Maud and Marthy are still there.
I seize the day: "Fancy a family portrait?"
Maud agrees. Marthy who has been glued to the ground for the past 10 minutes starts furiously scratching his ear.
"Look at you Marthy ! I've been trying to move you for ages and now you won't stand still."
A few clicks later I take off with a decidedly Parisian step, leaving Maud and her funny dog behind me.