Lets say you are wandering around Arles and you really have to go pee. Fast. You find a little restaurant and sit down at an outside table, hoping the waitress will come over so you can order a drink and ask her where the bathroom is. This is Southern France, so she takes her time as you sit there shaking your legs, doing a sitting version of the pee dance. Finally she comes over and gives you some directions. You enter the physical establishment, hang a left. At the end of the hall you see a door with "toilettes" written on it. "FINALLY! RELIEF!" you think to yourself. You open the door. This is what is on the other side:
How in the world do they cram so many stairs into such a small space?
At least it was a nice toilet at the top.