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Upstairs bathroom, before

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It’s this sort of thing that helped the house sit empty, waiting for me, for so long. This is a shot of the upstairs bathroom, one toilet, one sink, one tub, no shower, for four bedrooms. As you can see the family must have run out of money some time after WWII, hard to say when. Anything that went in after that was not nice. Clearly they wanted nice but it simply was not in the budget. So yes, every fixture but the radiator will go. This room is so big that it will double as a laundry/utility room. Hard to know how we’ll do that and make it nice but I have faith in the power of cabinet doors. I have to get it right, now. I don’t want to embarrass myself.

6 Replies to “Upstairs bathroom, before”

  1. I love the radiator. We had one of those contraptions growing up. loved to sit on it to warm up…what is that hose on the far right? it looks like the charging cable for my Tesla, but I imagine not…


  2. Hose? No, I think it’s some kind of pipe. I think they pieced together a kind of shower and that is there to hold up some sort of shower curtain.

    The French do tubs. Then they have the same problems I do with not really being able to rinse off and all, so they patch in shower heads. They tell themselves it’s just to rinse their hair or something but the water still goes everywhere so inch by inch they add on shower curtains, concrete and glass walls, all kinds of stuff — sometimes all of them attached to the same tub. That could be the case here. Americans do showers right; in the “after” photos we’ll see what kind of showers I get.

    I priced Teslas in France. Both the price and the delivery lead time are double what they are in the States.


  3. The light in this house is incredible. Actually the light in the Vendee is a big part of what helped me decide to buy there. This house is sited to make good use of it. More on this later. There will be at least one post where I get all geeky about how the light washes the rooms.


    1. Patience, my friend, patience. This is all taking place in France, where holidays and vacations blend seamlessly, much in the way that an aperitif becomes wine with the meal becomes digestif becomes naptime. At this point I have not yet selected the fixtures. There is no additional detail. I will probably post details as the actual items appear onsite. For now I can tell you that what you see is gone. The room is now empty.


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