As I said before, we were in a Paris department store in which the bathrooms are unsex. When we first walked into the bathroom it took a while to register that both men and women were washing hands at the sink. The stalls had regular doors, as in a house, in which the doors go down to the floor. The walls were floor to ceiling. No way to know who was next door. It wasn't a big deal. Like everyone else, we did what we needed to do, washed our hands, and left.
When in Paris, etc.
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