66. Brett Whiteley's 15 Great Dog Pisses Of Paris.
Mornington Peninsula Regional Gallery.

The Seine, and bridge portrayed is Pont Neuf, and the island is the tip of the Ile de la Cite, a park called Du Vert Galant, and luckily one acclimatizes to the aroma d'piss fairly quickly, as the towpaths skirting each side of the river are virtually outdoor pissoirs, not canine but human. But in making the dog pisses the central feature, and one is almost forced to count them by dent of the title. This breaks rules, this means portrayals of Paris does not need to include the Eiffel Tower, the Luxembourg Gardens, Notre Dame, anything painted by an Impressionist or Toulouse-Lautrec, or the current hacks up in Montmartre. This means anything is possible, this means everything is legitimate.

There's scope here for some major research into the human pissoirs the towpaths have become, just down the steps. Perhaps beginning with Sylvia Plath's confession:

Paris: August 26 [1956]
Ile de la Cite: down steps, out to green empty park; eight a.m. [...] Exhausted; lifted skirt under bridge, behind truck, secure in noise of falling water and urinated on sidewalk.

from The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, p.273.
(epub edition)