BOOK REVIEW—If I
had read Peter Mayle’s masterful and highly entertaining two books, “A Year in
Provence” and “Encore Provence,” I could have saved myself some bodily agony
during one particular outing in Paris.
Frankly, I didn’t do my research. Paris was cold last April and I found myself
in a covey of family members happily wandering the streets of the City of
Light. For a time, I was miserable
because too much espresso keep me searching for a public toilette instead of
checking out the local sights.
Author Peter Mayle
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The following is an excerpt from Mayne’s Encore Provence (he
has published dozens of books mainly by Alfred A. Knopf). Herein he describes the differences between
the French and American/British cousins when it comes to restroom practices.
There is a sign “...I
can’t imagine seeing anywhere else in the world but France...in large type and
stern language...” it is forbidden “...to stop and relieve himself in the
vicinity...” Mayle points out a sign
like that would never be read in East Hampton, “...a town noted for its well-toned and highly disciplined bladders.”
But in France the message is a must “...because of the Frenchman’s fondness for impromptu urination. When ever nature calls, he is quick to
answer, and it doesn’t matter where he finds himself at the time. In towns and cities there are a thousand
discreet corners; out here [Provence], hundreds of empty square miles and
millions of bushes ensure privacy for le pipi rustique. But judging by what I’ve seen of the
Frenchman’s choice of venue, privacy is the last thing that he wants.
“Sometimes on a rock,
silhouetted against the sky like a stag at bay, sometimes so close to the side
of the road that you have to swerve to avoid cutting him off in midstream, he
is there, doing what a man has to do.
And he has not the slightest embarrassment about doing it. If you should catch his eye as you pass, he
will acknowledge you with a courteous nod. But it is more likely that he will
be gazing upward, counting the clouds as he takes his ease...”
Had I read Mayle’s book first, I could have leaped behind a
hedge in the “Bois” instead of gritting my teeth until I reached the public
restroom in front of the Notre Dame cathedral.
Chasing Cezanne
Anything Considered
A Dog’s Life
Hotel Patis
A Good Year
French Lessons
Toujours Provence
A Year in Provence
Encore Provence
The Vintage Caper
And as of 2012: The
Marseille Caper
France honored Mayle by bestowing a Chevalier de la Légion
d'honneur (Knight of the Legion of Honor) in 2002, for “coopération et
francophonie.”
A modest website can be found:
http://www.petermayle.com/
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