Not the prettiest of buildings but so important in function in other times. As a young buck deciding to fly the nest in protest at my dear old Dad's authority, I rented a bedsit in Nottingham. There was a bathroom and a coin in the meter hot water bath available, but shared with several other residents and not very inviting.The Public Wash-house in Floriac - Now an art gallery.
But help was at hand, 5 minutes walk away was a public bath house. For about 2 bob I think I was handed a towel, a bar of soap and the key to a single room containing a bath and as much hot water as I wanted. The place was a huge room with many partitions so the common atmosphere of steam gave the impression of a Turkish Bath. Bliss.
The only slight drawback was the trudge up the hill, possibly in the snow, back home but I always was well wrapped up so not to lose the euphoria.