Disturbing discovery in Paris

I stumbled into a bathroom today to discover for the second time this trip a name that is oh so familiar: Villeroy and Boch. These famous people made my mother's nice set of dishes that she picked out in Germany and her friend shipped to her over a period of several months. We used to fight over who got which plate with which scene.

It was early in the morning and the toilet seat was up from being cleaned. And there, on the ledge was the familiar stamp: Villeroy and Boch. Suddenly I don't know whether these toilets are too good for me to sit on or if I should be weirded out by thousands of meals eaten on dishes apparently made from the same porcelain.