"There's a place in France
Where the women wear no pants . . . ."
or
"There's a place in France
Where the naked ladies dance . . . . "
With various alternative rhymes, sung to the tune of "The Streets of Cairo." Which, being a very literal-minded child, I assumed to refer to a particular locality in France. Now, using my well-honed powers of deduction, I assumed that it would not be in one of the large urban areas; otherwise, there would be television coverage of that fact. Perhaps in France Profounde, the boondocks.
I had occasion to go to France when a teen and later; but gave it no further thought. Then the truth came down on me one day in a flash of insight.
It happened that I was on the way to visit Bretagne*, and had dire need to use the facilities. Now that's a problem with tourists: needs come upon them. Finally, I found the ladies' room, and it was very, very basic. And dirty. Not to mention smelly! Ugh! It was a squatty!!!! It must have been the last one in Europe!
The task: how to use this unfamiliar apparatus without getting my dress and undies wet? Suddenly, the French concept of savior faire came to mind, and I was deficient! Well, I managed to hike my my skirt as high as I could, and squatted in some unpracticed yoga position. And held the additional garment.
Whew! I managed to keep all body parts and clothing without touching the floor!
Now, the ladies' room was on a scale of dirty that would have outdone any American gas station's facilities, so I had to make some compromises.
And that is why I visited Mt. St. Michel while going commando, with my panties in my purse! And I came to understand that I had actually discovered that fabled place in France, and why it is that way!
For the record, it is near Rennes.
*A perfectly amazing place to visit, with its landscape and seascape.
10 comments:
Well...
Nice story, Angel...
Thanks for sharing...
I think.
LOL!
Those toilets are disgusting.
Was it windy on the coast, Angel?
I am sorry to say that there is one in Laon also. I detest those primitive toilets.
The coast has strong winds. Sometimes revealing more than intended.
I'm glad you saw Mt. St. Michel. It is a wonderous sight.
Since there's nothing to hold on to, it requires a precarious balancing act. Hardly conducive to relaxation for defecating.
I always wonder about older people that can't get up from the squat position without help when I see pictures of those types of facilities.
So what's so bad about not wearing panties?
Well done!
ALOHA from Honolulu
Comfort Spiral
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I enjoyed this!
Thank you for your kind comments on this risky post. Really, thank you!
Brandi, nothing wrong at all.
Heidi, it was breezy! Westerlies.
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