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Anna Erickson likes to amble around her Chicago neighborhood of Pilsen. A social studies mentor and history enthusiast, she says she can’t help but perceive this odd brick building she often passes; it sits right in the middle of a residential block, and it has large Roman-style stone columns. Above the door, an inscription reads “Chicago Public Bath,” yet there’s no bathhouse running in there these days. (In fact, it’s zoned to become residential someday.)

Anna’s passed that building so many times that she eventually asked Curious City to figure out something that regularly gnaws at her: “There’s a common bathhouse in my neighborhood. What happened to the other bathhouses?”

You may have had a similiar question if you’ve ever passed one of these ancient facades or even the occasional operating bathhouse in the metropolis. But defining Chicago’s experience with “bathhouses” is complicated. The word’s applied to different kinds of places, ranging from a place for the poor to scrub down; a place to hold sex but then catch a show; and a place to pamper yourself with extreme heat and cold y