In a museum filled with such great art, I expected a moderate to exceptional restroom… but I forgot that I was in Europe. I needed to go #2, badly. Upon entering the facilities it seemed as a normal public restroom, nothing great… however, once entering the stall I noticed otherwise. I had to pick the middle stall, the cleanest of all. It had no seat, only the bowl which was covered in #2’s. I was at a state of emergency so I decided I had to use this facility. Gripping the doorhandle to hold me up so that none of myself touched the disgusting mess below, while squatting above I was praying that the door lock holding me up would not break. I’m serious in the fact that the entire stall doors and walls of the one I was in and the ones attached (all others) were leaning in towards me and I thought it would break at any moment.

I was doumbfounded… a museum with such spectaclure art and culture (not to mention the 6 hour wait in line to get in) would have such poorly maintained facilities. Honestly, this was worse than the worst port-o-potty I’ve ever seen by far.