By Alain Rebetez (La Tribune de Genève)
Most often we pass without even seeing them, so much they belong to the Parisian landscape.
To see them, you have to be careful.
We then see that they are in all the districts of the city, in small groups of ten, fifteen or twenty young men.
They spend all day, roughly 11 am to 11 pm, at a crossroads, a corner of a square, a street end - always near a dining area, where they can park their scooters or their bikes.
We recognize them by their large quadrangular bag stamped with a logo, most often Uber Eats or Deliveroo.
They are there whatever the weather, freezing winter or heatwave, rain or a beautiful spring day.
They are there and they are waiting to be able to deliver a meal to you.
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