We have some friends nearby who have one of the most beautiful bathrooms in the world.
Every time I use this bathroom I admire it.
The last time I used it, I stole some photos.
Don’t tell anyone, OK?
It’s an old bathroom, as bathrooms go.
This bathroom has more history, more charm, more interest, and more soul than just about any bathroom you’ll ever see.
I could post tens of photographs, and write thousands of words about this bathroom, but for now must be content to offer but five images and a few hundred words.
Why such paucity of word and picture? Well, I’m about to go on a fishing trip with an old friend, and need to finish packing. We’ll be away from electricity and conveniences, so don’t expect new posts here at the ‘pile for a week or so.
Montaigne revisited his essays over the years, revising heavily. I hope to revisit this bathroom in the future.
Here is the “business end” of the bathtub.
Our viewpoint will now rise to include the faucets.
We rise higher, and peep over the rim of the tub. Such symmetry.
Tub paraphernalia. A shiny metal wire loopover soap and plug holder.
From our vantage point at the tub, we look over to a cast iron, white enameled basin.
Hasta luego, amigos.