I knew it was a thing, but yesterday was the first time I'd seen someone hoovering their Shit Lawn (plastic). Ghastly stuff.
Yesterday, being a Saturday, I saw not a few people down on their knees by the gutter, scraping out the crack between kerb and pavement with a miniature scraping implement. Because today, of course, is Sunday.
Alsace does retain a lot of Germanic habits. Or maybe just manic. Having spent my formative years in French France, I couldn't be arsed.