Lavatorial splendour. 
When we were in the Oslo tourist board place, I asked where the toilet was, and was told to go in the town hall, opposite.  The approach was suitably grand, past "haute relief" panels of aspects of Norse mythology, which seems to have included a tree of life.  Into the town hall itself, through a very large hall to the garderobe; down stairs and into the Gents; across a large ante-chanber then one is there.  The urinals are impressive and made by Johnsons of Stoke-on-Trent.  It was a privilege to be there, and useful.

Tom