I hydrate therefore I go. A lot. When zipping around Paris it’s important to know where my next pitstop is. With more than 7,000 cafés in Paris you might be thinking, what’s the big deal? Just go already. Stop blogging and be done with it. If only. In cafés, les toilettes* are typically located in the back, down a narrow, winding set of stairs. It’s not easy to slip in unnoticed and it’s an embarrassing drag to be caught and yelled at by the equivalent of your angry French grandmother. Yes, servers have hunted me down and booted me out. I’ve offered to pay in advance and still been denied access. Of course, one can always buy an espresso to use the facilities but putting something in to get something out seems like bad math. Enter the handi-cap accessible, free, unisex Sanisette public street toilet—an entirely self-contained, self-cleaning hut-like structure the size of a small storage pod devoted to one’s elimination pleasure. More than 400 of these things dot the streets in every district of Paris appearing like green igloos. When I first saw a Sanisette I swore I would never use one. The fact you entered a public pee [...]