An American tourist in London decides to skip his tour group and explore

the city on his own.

He wanders around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a quaint

pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a pint of

Guinness.

After awhile, he finds himself in a very high class neighborhood.....big,

stately residences...no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of

all... NO PUBLIC RESTROOMS.

He really, really has to go, after all those Guinness's. He finds a narrow

side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decides

to use the wall to solve his problem.

As he is unzipping, he is tapped on the shoulder by a London Bobbie, who

says, "I say, sir, you simply cannot do that here, you know."

"I'm very sorry, officer," replies the American, "but I really , really

HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."

"Ah, yes," said the Bobbie..."Just follow me". He leads him to a back

"delivery alley", then along a wall to a gate, which he opens.

"In there," points the Bobbie. "Whiz away,...anywhere you want."

The fellow enters and finds himself in the most beautiful garden he has

ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculptured hedges,

and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.

Since he has the cop's blessing, he zips down and unburdens himself and is

greatly relieved.

As he goes back thru the gate, he says to the Bobbie "That was really

decent of you ....is that "British Hospitality ?"

"No" replied the Bobbie, with a satisfied smile on his face, "that is the

French Embassy."

classic

French navy motto

A'leau, c'est l'heure (to the water, it is the hour)

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