Monday, November 17, 2008

Little Differences #2

I'm not sure what compels me to want to have my picture taken in front of major touristic "sights". No matter how much I travel, I can't seem to stop this compulsion. On our trip to North Carolina last summer, Teri and I had to have our picture taken in front of the Biltmore. There wasn't a question or a moment of doubt, we had to have that picture.

Eiffel Tower, check, Notre Dame, check, Leaning Tower of Pisa, check. Parthenon, check, Forbidden City, check--check, check, check. If it's a famous place and we've been there, there's invariably a picture of Teri and me standing in front of it

Why is that? It's not like we don't know we were there, and it's not like anyone else cares to know what we look like standing in the Piazza San Marco.

Sometimes I think that it would be far more interesting to take more pictures of things that are different from back home but are more mundane. You know, strange street signs, train stations--stuff like that. For instance I took a couple of pictures of us outside of a Wal-Mart in China, but I didn't think to take pictures of the inside--and that Wal-Mart was way interesting. So why do I insist on having my picture taken outside the Colosseum in Rome--we've all seen pictures of that before--and not pictures of Italians pushing and shoving their way to the front of the counter for gelato on a hot summer night?

Which brings me to the subject of plumbing.

One of the "little differences" you'll discover on our journey is that not all porcelain is created equal. I thought I'd write a few amusing words about potties around the world and especially in France, and I Googled a few key terms in hopes of finding a picture or two that I could use (start with the terms "french toilet" and "squat toilet" to commence your own trip down this rabbit hole).

Well I was stunned to find out just how fascinated the denizens of the world wide web are with all things flushable. There is so much more out there than you could ever possibly digest. There are also gazillions of pictures of people in (but not on) toilets around the world. One hilarious short video clip shows a young American woman hunting in vain for the toilet inside her Paris hotel bathroom click here to see it.

I'm so glad that while I was getting my picture taken in front of the Louvre, these people were busy capturing the "real" France.

So here's what you need to know about toilets in France:

Somewhere along the line you may encounter the dreaded squat toilet (aka squattie pottie or squatteria as my dear spouse likes to refer to them). I've included a picture of one here. These are common in Asia and there are still quite a few in southern Europe, but I bet they're mostly gone from France by now. However if you do happen to encounter one of these, I wish you good luck ladies.

Sometimes you'll have to puzzle out how to make your toilet work. There are lots of different kinds of toilets in use in France, and some seem to date back to the age of Charlemagne. Figuring out what to pull, push or step on to achieve a flush is half the fun.


Modern toilets everywhere except in the US often have two buttons on top. One button is for number one and the other button is for number two. I've never figured out which is which and often have to push both buttons repeatedly to get the darn things to achieve their intended aim.

At some point along the way, you'll end up using one of the space age self-sanitizing toilets found in most major cities in France (see picture). That'll be a cultural experience for you.

WC is code for toilet everywhere except in the US. WC stands for water closet. Phonetically in French you would ask "ooo ay le doobla vay say" if you're searching for the facilities.

When you've found the toilets, don't be surprised if there's a little old lady there to take up a little coinage in return for renting you a spot and handing you a few sheets of potty paper. It's a bargain as these toilets are invariably very clean.

Also don't be surprised if the toilet in your cafe is more or less co-ed. Ladies you may have to walk past gentlemen standing at the urinals on your way to the stalls.

There's more, much more, but I have to leave some things for you to discover on your own.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Petanque Peniston Style


As you can see from the picture, the Peniston Athletic Club has added a new sport. Colleen is clearly getting an early jump on her Petanque skills. The soft sand surface, however, is better for their beach volleyball tournaments than Petanque. We'll see if her practice pays off when we have our tournament in France.

The Little Differences


Today I want to introduce a concept I'll develop in the next post. You'll soon see where I'm "going" with this, but for now I want to start with a little dialogue (language edited for our audience) from the Quentin Tarentino movie Pulp Fiction.

In this scene, Vincent, a mobster played brilliantly by John Travolta, is just back from a "business" trip and he's sharing his impressions of Europe to colleague Jules (played equally brilliantly by Samuel L. Jackson).

VINCENT: But you know what the funniest thing about Europe is?
JULES: What?
VINCENT: It's the little differences. A lotta the same stuff we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different.
JULES: Example?
VINCENT: Alright, when you go into a movie theatre in Amsterdam, you can buy beer.
And I don't mean in a paper cup either. They give you a glass of beer. And in Paris, you can buy beer at MacDonald's. And you know what they call a Quarter Pounder with Cheese in Paris?
JULES: They don't call it a Quarter Pounder with Cheese?
VINCENT: No, they got the metric system there, they wouldn't have a clue what a Quarter Pounder is.
JULES: What'd they call it?
VINCENT: They call it Royale with Cheese.
JULES: Royale with Cheese. What'd they call a Big Mac?
VINCENT: Big Mac's a Big Mac, but they call it Le Big Mac.
JULES: Le big Mac ! Ahh, what do they call a Whopper?
VINCENT: I dunno, I didn't go into a Burger King.

You can see the whole 1:41 minute clip in all its glory by clicking here, but be forewarned that the language is pretty raw.

Anyway mobster Vinnie Vega gets it exactly right in his commentary. In some ways European cities are more familiar than they are dissimilar from our home towns in the States. But those "little differences" truly do make all the difference.

Until next time.