Treachery on the streets of Nice

Holes in the ground, even those with broken glass in them, are not marked as they would be in the UK. They are not, in fact, marked at all.

I know this, since I just fell in one, walking without looking at the ground. (Dangerous because of the dog shit, in any case. But I digress.) My knee is cut to pieces, my trousers are ruined, my blood has poured over the streets of Nice. And a very nice pharmacist disinfected me and gave me a plaster, all for free. And without laughing at me.