An American tourist in London decided to skip his tour group and explore the city on his own. He wandered around, seeing the sights, and occasionally stopping at a quaint pub to soak up the local culture, chat with the lads, and have a few beers.
After awhile, he found himself in a very high class neighbourhood.....big, stately residences... no pubs, no stores, no restaurants, and worst of all . . . no public toilets (OK they call them restrooms)..
He really, really has to go, after all those beers!
He found a narrow side street, with high walls surrounding the adjacent buildings and decided to use the wall to solve his problem.
As he was unzipping, he was tapped on the shoulder by a London bobby, who said, "Excuse me sir, but you simply cannot do that here, you know."
"I'm very sorry, officer," replied the American, "but I really, really HAVE TO GO, and I just can't find a public restroom."
"Ah, yes," said the bobby..."Just follow me".
He lead him to a back "delivery alley", then along a wall to a gate, which he opened.
"In there," said the bobby. "Whiz away sir, anywhere you want."
The fellow entered and found himself in the most beautiful garden he had ever seen. Manicured grass lawns, statuary, fountains, sculpted hedges, and huge beds of gorgeous flowers, all in perfect bloom.
Since he had the cop's blessing, he unburdened himself and was greatly relieved.
As he went back through the gate, he said to the bobby, "That was really decent of you... is that what you call 'English Hospitality'?"
"No, sir" replied the bobby, "that is what we call the French Embassy."