First Adventure

Alright.  I'm in Paris. I arrive, I dine in a café.  I see the Louvre from my hotel room, the Eiffel Tower from the living room in my bougie apartment.  Life is well, parfait!  LA TEE DAAAAAAA.

Ok.  So down to the real stuff.  The nitty gritty.  For example: what is going on with "les toilettes?"  In my first tour of  the lovely apartment where I am staying (no sass here, I couldn't be more lucky), I am directed by my chic host mom in the green eyeliner specially to this sign:

Okay.  Fair enough.  Old apartment.  Be careful with the toilet...no biggie.  Wait.  What?  Electric toilet?  What does that even mean?  I'm no tech-y, but I know that water and electricity don't mix...And at least in my limited experience with the "W.C. Électrique," neither do electricity and toilets...

So what is an electric toilet?  Sadly, Wikipedia can't help me on this one.  Upon further research, apparently, I could buy one with "pleasant dimensions" for 800 euros.  The point would be to pulverize or incinerate the waste somewhere in or around the toilet...cool, I guess, especially in a big city the likes of Paris.  Still, I must be missing the point here.

Over and out...maybe next time I'll write about something more classy.  Perhaps a visit to the Sewer Museum?