To: Sir Gawain
To paraphrase Gertrude Stein, in France, one must adapt oneself to the fragrance of a urinal, which isnt surprising given the fact that in much of Europe one must pay for the privilege of using a urinal, and since the French are so cheap, they must be pissing on themselves
You used to be able to piss in the street. Anyone remember the pissoir?
8 posted on
03/29/2002 11:31:38 AM PST by
pt17
To: pt17
Used to? remember? Thats changed? (yes, Im serious)
To: pt17
One of the best comedy series I ever saw on
television was on the CBC, a French (?) show
about a town called Clochemerle.
(Vaux en Beaujolais)
"Gabriel Chevallier's delightful novel Clochemerle satirizes the titanic
confrontation of secular and religious forces in a small wine-growing
village in Beaujolais. The eruption begins when the socialist mayor
decides that he wants to leave behind a monument to his
administration's achievements. He takes as his model the ancient
Romans, who were famous for two things--hygiene and noble edifices.
Thus, he decides to unite the two concepts . . . by constructing a public
urinal in the center of town. There is one problem, however. The
chosen locale is next to the village church, and this outrages the ecclesiastical party."
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22 posted on
03/29/2002 1:34:38 PM PST by
gcruse
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