At the risk of becoming a 'Style' blog which others, we are only too well aware, perfect with an ease and expertise to which we could never aspire, let us venture to consider the bathroom. And, as we write only from personal experience, our own Budapest bathroom.
|a general view of our bathroom in our Budapest apartment|
As a room, it opens directly from our bedroom but we should in no way consider it to be 'en suite', a term which is anathema to us with its connotations of hotel chains and Bovis* new homes. No, it is simply our bathroom, as opposed to the one which is set aside for overnight visitors.
|looking towards the window [our bedroom door on the right]|
Many of our friends, particularly younger ones, espouse today's trend for powered showers, jacuzzi-type baths and wet rooms where, for practicality we assume, tiles abound, often from floor to ceiling and in all manner of colours and designs. Just a tiny bit vulgar, we think. For ourselves, and here we offer a personal viewpoint, we prefer to have none of it. Constant hot water, yes, warmth in winter, a must, a ready supply of towels, always white Egyptian cotton [colours we consider a little déclassé], and we are quite content.
|a traditional style radiator warms towels in readiness for use|
Curtains we forgo in favour of the existing shutters at the windows; the floor is of parquet; and the bath, purchased in London, serves us well for it is comfortably deep [no regulation wartime 3" of water here] and, importantly, holds the heat. A glass fronted trolley dispenses with the need for a bathroom cupboard and is, of course, always to hand.
And whilst, and at this point we should be the first to agree, it fails to live up to those glossy bathroom images which sparkle from the pages of such periodicals as 'House and Garden', or which are the glory of so many blogs, we, in fact, rather like it as it is.
|above the day bed a picture by the French artist André Cottavoz|
*for readers abroad, Bovis is a construction company based in Britain.