Let’s be brutally honest: in a tourist town, public toilets are the treasure at the end of the rainbow. The ones attached to the Tourist Information Centre are clean, free, and have a changing table. This is a five-star review in the world of bladder emergencies. Do not ignore this vital intel.
So, go in. Annoy them with a question about the weather (it’s always “changeable,” which is British for “rain in ten minutes”). Buy a map. Check the opening times for Anne Hathaway’s Cottage. And for the love of all that is bard, buy the ticket bundle. You’ll save money, you’ll save sanity, and you’ll leave with a souvenir badger story.
In short: the Tourist Information Centre is the unsung hero of Stratford. It’s not flashy, it’s not dramatic, but it’s the reliable mate who remembers where you parked the car. Go say hello. They won’t bite. Unless the pigeons have sent them a memo.
