Can I reach it?
This is, almost without a doubt (I have to leave room for a weakening memory), the smallest toilet I have ever visited. It was in Paris — was that only three weeks ago?? — on a wacky boat moored on the Seine called "Le Cabaret Pirate" that doubles as a restaurant and concert venue.
(Site only in French): www.guinguettepirate.com/
My friend Berit found a recommendation for it, but by the time we arrived the floating cabaret was packed to the gills. That’s Friday night in Paris for you.
While we were waiting to see if we could squeeze in, I spotted the toilet and escaped the fray for some lavatorial relief. It’s hard to miss — it’s located rather conveniently in the middle of the boat by the entrance for the least amount of privacy possible. It would be like putting one of those construction site portable toilets in the middle of Grand Central Station.
The mistake was trying to take my bags in with me — my camera bag, tote bag, and the bag of painting smocks I’d just purchased for my nieces and nephew. It was literally the size of a standing shower, but once I locked the door, I was committed to the process. But I could barely close the door, I don’t know how I thought I could accomplish much more than that.
Of course, you can’t really see more than a corner of it from this picture, because that’s as far back as I could stand! And I had the lens as wide as it could go, 18mm!
The toilet paper was hanging from a railing, the tiny sink was a rectangle the size of a tissue box mounted on top of the toilet tank, and to my utter amazement there was even a small hand dryer mounted up on the wall beside the toilet paper. It was a boat, after all, but it made the airline W.C. look spacious!
I could only get in two quick shots because people were banging on the door. I literally spilled out, like the toilet ejected me and my bags in one spit: “You’re done!”
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