The joy of bidets

When you live in a foreign country and delight in cultural differences, there can come a time when you discover that, in some tiny way, you're beginning to adopt them yourself. It's usually something innocuous, like developing a taste for salt liquorice or taking your tea with mint instead of milk.
 But mine? Well, it's not exactly a deep, dark secret - more of a low-level luxury.
 I have a passion for the bidet.
 Whether you pronounce it the French way, like they do here, or the English way to rhyme with D-Day, I've developed a dependence on it - just like a proper Italian. It's something akin to our universal dependence on the mobile phone: "How did I ever manage without one?"
By Dany Mitzman / continue