In my travels I so far, I have not found:

– dog shit in Paris

– ┬ácar horns sounding in Rome

– ┬áVenice to be wet and smelly

– Piri-piri chicken in Portugal

– Retsina in Athens

This and other mysteries have not unabated my lust for travel and love of Paris.

However, if someone could explain why there are ghosts on my toilet paper, I would be grateful.