Monday, January 24, 2005

Ah, the French! Paris diary: entry #1

This, friends, is what passes for a lavatory in modern day (November 2004) Paris, France.

Did someone say Pierre Francois de la Brioski? [N.B. The guy who Ed Norton mistakenly believed designed and built the sewers of Paris.]

Yes, this architechtural atrocity is housed in a broom closet under a rickety staircase within loogy spitting distance of the Eiffel Tower. Fortunately for a person of the male gender, this situation is no more mortifying than peeing in the middle of the street. But for a female, who would presumably step onto the corrugated footprints and let fly, it's "Quick! To the nearest Starbucks!"

The flushing mechanism is activated by pulling on a rusty chain, and the ensuing flood of water threatens to spill out over the basin proper onto one's footwear (flip-flops are out of the question). I just barely had time to hop onto the slimmest edge of tiling, a la James Bond when he's riding in an elevator and the floor drops out.


Blogger MsHellion said...

It's like staring down the barrel of a gun. Geez.

5:13 PM  

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