The bathroom usually has subtle cultural differences. From the toilets of Japan that you must squat at (akin to a hole in the floor), to heated toilet seats, to the standard North American porcelain, to what I've encountered here. In France, it's not much different than back home, but there are a few weird exceptions that I run into. At work, it looks like to toilet seat is missing in the guys washroom. Haven't really figured it out. The toilet in the place that I'm living is stylish though....I never really would have imagined a squarish toilet, and it's really comfy for my long legs and phatass. It also has a "half-flush" option which is sort of neat.
The rest of the bathroom where we are (which gets cleaned once a week by the staff....it's tough living the life of luxury) is pretty standard. My bathroom in Japan had a drain in the floor, and I could spray everything down to clean it (the ultimate in bachelor living). The shower "curtain" isn't really a curtain, but a piece of glass that takes up a third of the side. Very cool, and I think I'll be looking into something like that when I get my own pad. The fish tiles are a nice touch. (Notice the emu oil products on the shelf below the mirror...).
Of course, when I'm not in the bathroom, I'm hanging out with Warren. This is a picture of me on the computer looking up various stuff. Notice the empty wine glass, and the poster rolled up at the back of the desk. That's my favourite Dali poster of all time...Meditative Rose.
i hope that is the original scent of old spice deodorant. chicks *love* that smell.
Posted by: beth at September 11, 2003 11:25 PMSadly it is the sport version. I don't really like the original scent...
Posted by: bricode at September 12, 2003 09:02 AM