I saw one (fox, that is, urban, not silver) walking down the Walworth Road one Sunday morning when I was on my way to East Street market when we lived in London. Bold as brass it was, just sauntering along by the Elephant.
Had quite a nice day today, went to the Marais in search of a birthday present for DD1, found shop indicated as Possibility by DH but didn't see anything I liked, so went off down rue des Rosiers for a nice sustaining falafel, but most of the places were shut for Rosh Hashanah. Got the last table in very tiny place, all squashed in, and sat next to two American lesbians of a certain age, who were discussing, I think in the mistaken belief that no-one could understand them, exactly what their plans were for bed that night. The man on the next table to me could clearly understand what they were saying, and was sitting there with his mouth hanging unattractively open. One of the lesbians asked me, in atrocious French what the sauce was on my table, and if she could try it. I said, in English, "Yes, help yourself, it's tahini" and her friend went absolutely purple with embarrassment. Man on next table guffawed into his kebab.
That entertainment aside, I then went to the Ile St Louis, had a Berthillon ice cream and found the perfect gift for DD1 in a shop she will love (must take her there). Then I walked along the Left Bank to Shakespeare and Co, went to Gibert jeune and bought a French slang dictionary and caught the bus home. Back at work tomorrow. 