Musée Des Egouts, 7e Arrondissement
come into my manhole... on the great poo-issippi
okay, maybe i am not as astute as i would like to think i am, but i had no idea that the sewer museum would smell as seriously narsty as it does, nor that i would really be able to witness the flowing sludgy reality of tons and tons of raw sewage, complete with condoms and toilet paper. the best thing, though, about the museum is the preoccupation with representations of men lowering enormous balls into poop chutes. seriously: in the gift shop they even have the kind of pen (the kind often found in truck stops) that usually depicts a lady’s clothes falling off. but here, when you turn it upside down, a man puts his ball into the poop chute.
overall, this is great if you like raw sewage. but be prepared for the stink.

