My favourite was a café with doors marked 'hommes' 'femmes',France is a whole new experience where toilets are concerned.
you go into a cafe for a meal and of course wine. then you ask
about to whereabouts of the toilet. that is pointed out to you
and when you go inside, nothing, only a hole in the ground.
so you squat down to wee and low and behold a man walks
in to wash his hands and strike up a conversation. my husband
on the other hand at one place had to go down a flight of stairs
to wee and as he was weeing in came a bunch of teenage girls
to freshen up, there was a disco going on in the floor below.
you have to expect anything in the french toilets
but when you went through you found you were in the same loo!