» Sat Jun 09, 2012 5:00 pm
In the early 70s, while stationed in Germany with the US Air Force, I took a 3-day trip to France using the European train system.
On the way back (after I left the hotel by taxi) I had to really go to the bathroom. So, as soon as I arrived at the train station in Paris, I went hunting for the men's room.
I walked into a large, round room and immediately noticed there were no stalls. That was a dealbreaker right away for me, I like my privacy.
Then, I noticed that along the wall there were holes in the floor, spaced at regular interval all around the room. On the left and right side of each hole, there was a footprint embedded in the cement.
The last thing I saw before I turned and hastely left that room, were several men, squatting on the floor, doing their thing, having a smoke.
Never went back there.