Two wonderful lazy days. Visited the Edvard Munch exhibition at Centre Pompidou, a fabulous collection of his experimental photos and film, engravings, sculptures and paintings. Wandered through the outdoor photographic exhibition at Place de la Bastille; this year a selection from photographers around the world of shower scenes. Last year the same "en plein air" exhibition was of toilettes from around the world.
And while on the subject of toilettes I must share with you Brent's admiration for the free public toilets here in Paris. Upon entering a sultry female voice guides you through the process, and after each use the door slides shut behind you as you exit and the entire room is automatically washed and disinfected. Anyone queueing outside must continue to wait while the cleaning process occurs, until they get the green light to go ahead and enter. I find these a little disconcerting to use because there's a full 30-second delay as you enter and leave before the door closes behind you. Those 30 seconds feel more like 30 minutes, during which time you smile awkwardly at the people in the street, or passing cars, or the garbage men, or the small dog that has stopped to see where you are going. Once inside I have this niggling feel that there will be an auto-malfunction and the door will slide open before I have regained sufficient composure (and coverage) to face the public! Brent shares none of my fears and seems to view these forays into the sanitised cylinders as some sort of perverse entertainment...oh, dear...
1 comment:
Hi Sally and Brent
I love the Paris Tardis Toilet. I’ve read about this amazing invention. When you go inside you travel back in time a few hours and no longer have the urge to use the amenities. That would explain why it looked so clean when you were in there. By the happy look on Brent’s face I think he traveled back a little further - to his last record purchase. Keep the window garden and toilet photos coming.
Love Fiona, Paul and Ruby
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