What's a fille to do? or You've got to be kidding me!

I've been out roaming around Paris neighborhoods for hours on end. And sometimes, I think it might be nice to use one of these:

From 2009-04-17

However, we had these same $150,000 toilets in Seattle until they had to be scrapped because they were havens for drug deals and other such nefarious activities. I never dared use them in Seattle; needless to say, I haven't dared use them here.

Today, we were in the 17th arrondissement - near the Arc de Triomphe and the Champs Elysees - which you would think would be fairly tourist-friendly. On a lovely little side street - rue Poncelet - we decided to have a cafe in a cafe. (Forgive the lack of proper accents, but so far, I'm not French enough to bother to put them in.)

Imagine my surpise (surprise!) when I opened the door to the toilet to find this:

From 2009-04-29

The last time I came face-to-face to one of these was in rural Yugoslavia when Yugoslavia was still Yugoslavia!