My biggest memory of the Eiffel Tower was all of a sudden needing an emergency shit.
Spotted a bar/restaurant nearby and almost ran in, ordered a beer and asked where the bog was. It was downstairs but to my horror the male toilet was shut but the female one open. By this time I’m so desperate so in the ladies it was.
Now, I’d been on all kinds of rich and varied food and drink, once the eagle had landed it wasn’t a very nice aroma, I was trying to clean myself up when I heard women outside the cubicle door (it was the only one in the toilet). Was pretty obvious they were waiting for trap 1. I could hear them speaking and almost wretching. I had no choice but to get out, as I opened the door I could see they were a couple of cleaners and a customer. I just wanted out asap, I turned the tap on to wash my hands, the water dribbled out and the three women were staring at me, making disapproving faces at me and generally making me so embarrassed.
So, I get out, run upstairs thinking my beer would be there so I could down in one and run off to meet Mrs H back at the Tower. However, the barman hadn’t even pulled the drink even though I’d paid, he started to pour it, me still red faced when one of the Cleaners appeared next to him and started talking (in French of course) to him and pointing at me, the embarrassment level just increased as the barman shook his head and shoved the drink at me. I necked it in one and disappeared as quick as possible.
Not my best holiday experience but a memorable one.