Paris, July 2006 - So I'm on the Champs Elysées watching the Tour de France and, thanks to the copious amount of free Nestlé-provided water I've been guzzling in the 97-degree-heat, I have to pee. Do I stand on line for the port-a-potties (which are always so pleasant when it's 97 degrees outside), or do I sieze the rare opportunity to legally relieve myself in full view of the public?
I stood on line. It wasn't that long.
