I just used the ladies at a Place Maubert café where there was no toilet paper. Normally, you must feed the door a coin to get in, but a nice woman let me in for free as she was leaving. When I thanked her saying, “You saved me 50 centimes” she waved her arm as if to say, "It's nothing." Then she hopped back into the bathroom, her eyes twinkling like Santa, and placed a finger on a button above the toilet. With a loud whir, the protective plastic covering the seat began rotating. I thanked her for demonstrating. She waved her hands again, "It's nothing," and left.
That's when I saw there was no toilet paper. She hadn't mentioned that. Maybe she thought she could compensate with the toilet seat tutorial.
When I left the stall, I saw that there was no soap. Or paper towels. I bet you’re going to think I threw my hands up and said, “That’s Paris for you,” and you would be right. As I dripped them dry. After a soapless rinsing. Under cold water.