After much deliberation, however, local law enforcement were able to track down the source of the bear-charade: a cheery local bookseller who goes by the name, Philippe -- which makes him sound a little like the wise, gentle uncle in an animated Disney film.
Apparently, the pseudo fairy godfather has been commissioning folks all over the area to assist him in distributing the bears far and wide. At this time, there are more than 50 throughout the city. And to track their Parisian adventures, he even mans a Facebook page titled Les nounours des gobelins (the teddy bears of Gobelins). Some appear solo, while others crop up in cliques, and they tend to grow in number by the day.
“I’ve been working here for 25 years. There were people I had never spoken to," the jolly bookkeeper told Le Parisienne. "Now they call me Philippe.”
This is perhaps the most tender prank that France -- nay, the world -- has ever incurred.
That said, it rains a lot in Paris, so the bear display may grow less aesthetically pleasing by the day. Next time you hit the city of love, please be sure to carry an extra umbrella.