Dear Paris, I am so disappointed in you right now. You know how much I love to visit you in the spring so I can take a walk along the River Seine, sip on a cappuccino at a corner cafe and shop along The Avenue des Champs-Elysees. I love you Paris, always have and I always will. There is something so magical about your crisp spring air, especially in the month of April. And even though Parisians tend to be quite blunt at times to tourists, I love walking down the cobblestone streets admiring the very fashion-conscious people speaking in the most romantic of languages.
But what in the whole entire world is going on with these new porta-potty urinal thingies? Okay, let me get it right -- the uritrottoir. Are you really placing these bright red urinals on the streets of Paris? Not only are they an eyesore, but who wants to walk by a man doing his business out in the open? Not me! There are no walls, no privacy, no nothing, just a big, bright red urinal. And what about hygiene protocol? I don't see a sink anywhere where these men can wash their hands after they're done handling their business! Where is the hand sanitizer located or am I missing it?
Eco-friendly or not, this public urinal thing is so not a good idea. Doing something very private should be done in a private place. And listen up you Americans, don't get any ideas about bringing this type of thing to Michigan Avenue, Roosevelt Road or any other street in Chicago. It's just not going to work. You can flush that idea down the toilet right now.