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Found: The Sexiest WC


So, what do you when you see such a sign? Well, you gotta go. And for a fee of one euro, that’s just what I do.

The Sexiest WC (water closet, or washroom) on Earth is located in Lisbon at Terreiro do Paço square. It’s part of a marketing campaign by Renova, one of the Europe’s leading consumer brands. Renova produces, among other things, coloured toilet paper.

I read about this sexy washroom before coming to Lisbon, so when I spot the facility behind one of the many outdoor restaurants in the square, I am excited. I am anxious. I can hardly wait to experience The Sexiest WC in the World. What an event this is going be!

With an ear-to-ear smile, I walk down the dimly lit corridor. Waiting at the end of a counter filled with rolls of brightly coloured toilet paper is a young woman who asks, “Are you using the facility?”

“Yes,” I answer.

“It’s one euro,” she says. I dig through the various coins in my wallet and come up with the required funds. She takes it from me and leads me past a large canary-yellow fountain. A rainbow-coloured wall of toilet paper is to my left. She opens a door, tells me the light will come on when I enter, and instructs me to step inside. I do as I’m told.

The lights reveal wood-paneled walls on three sides, and a mirrored wall on the other. And a toilet. And a roll of red toilet paper. I paid a euro for this. I take my time. I sit and take pictures. Of a wooden wall. And a mirrored wall. And later a toilet. Did I mention the red toilet paper? I spot a sign that reads, “WIFI connection.” So I try to connect, successfully. From the toilet. Yeah, technology. But where is the sexy part?

Outside, by the canary-yellow communal hand-washing fountain, I meet three young women from Holland. They are in fits of giggles.

“What did you think? Was it sexy enough?” I ask.

“We’re not sure what to make of it,” says one of the women.

“Me neither. I don’t know what I expected, but this wasn’t it,” I tell them.

Like little girls in a playground, we all laugh. Mostly because we paid a euro for nothing more than the sheer pleasure of wiping ourselves with red, or green or pink toilet paper.

“Can you take a picture of us?” asks another of the women.

“Sure. By the toilet?”

“Yes. With the toilet paper.”

And that is as sexy as it gets. I admit though, finding and using the facility was indeed a load off my mind.



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I'm a native of Portugal, now living in Toronto, Canada. My passion for travel has taken me throughout Canada, the Caribbean, the U.S. and several European countries. Cruising is my preferred method of transportation, but I'm not picky. I'm as comfortable having afternoon tea in a 5-star hotel as I am jigging for cod in a Prince Edward Island fishing trawler. My favorite sport is people watching and, oh ya, I love food.

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