Je suis désolée! I read that there is only one pissoir left in Paris. Next you’ll be telling me that they don’t play accordions on every street corner any more, and that little street urchins no longer carry home Père and Mère‘s wine bottles and baguettes. Fortunately, this apartment is available, and it has so much of that atmosphère! Who can resist it? And unlike the old vespasiennes, it has plenty of habitabilité — and a flush toilet. Not much else, but it does have that toilet. And a radiator.

(Je don’t speak a word of French beyond what I’ve picked up from Hercule Poirot, so pardon if I wrote something atmosphère. Mercy buckets!)

Found By: Rene