So, a couple of years ago my wife, my mother and I took my childhood nanny, who used to be a nun, to Florence for her 80th birthday. Thankfully, she is in great shape and can still walk all day, albeit slowly, so Florence was perfect for her. We were staying at this beautiful old hotel just outside the tourist area, and having a great time. On the last day, we were all sitting at breakfast and my nanny, who is quite proper, turned to my mother and said "excuse me dear, but do you think it is a little odd that Florentines seem to have the need to examine what they have done in the bathroom." We all doubled over laughing knowing exactly what she meant. The toilets in this hotel were built so that when you crapped the shit sat on a ledge above the water like pristine little jewels, and when you were done crapping, they looked like works of art (at least mine did.) Then you would wipe, drop the paper in the water bowl leaving the craps visible and finally flush at which time a horizontal jet of water would knock the poop off the ledge down into the bowl and whisk it south to Naples.