The bathroom in Cassis was were French Husband and I differed. From the beginning we were bartering, negotiating, arguing, sweet talking... just trying to get what we wanted.
The main thing was French Husband wanted a washer and a dryer, in the bathroom. I wanted them in the kitchen under the stairs. French Husband wanted nothing under the stairs.
I did not want any doors in the bathroom, and I wanted a window so when I took a shower I could see the sea, without it seeing me. French Husband rolled his eyes so often I thought they might stick in the back of his head. I threw a tantrum about the washer/dryer, even stormed out of the house and went for a walk where I mumbled bad words. A washer and dryer took the lovely underlining aesthetic out of the space. Practical is not in my favor of design. French Husband, Chelsea, Sacha and Rene thought I was mad for not wanting a door: "When you are going to the bathroom, everyone will hear and see you!" In which I answered, "No they won't."
I was not telling the truth, and they knew it.
The ceramic tiles are made to look old and stained, as if in a warehouse. They are four feet by four feet in size. The Cassis stone sink was made by the original owner, maybe a hundred years ago, he was a stone cutter by trade. It was, and is, a kitchen sink (classic size and design of Provence). Because of that, "we" kept it using it as a bathroom sink instead. As French Husband smirked, "Why not, we have a baptismal fountain as a bathroom sink in Paris. If we ever do a house again, you probably will use a bird bath."
Rene works with stone as well, he MADE the stone support for the sink. I had him add a rod iron between the two stone supports in case anyone dare hang a towel there.
I haven't found a bathroom mirror, so a slab mirror is standing there precariously until I do. The shower is called a "douche Italian", the drain is a long inox piece against the wall. It is slightly tilted towards the wall so the water drains. It has no ledge, or lip, the glass shower wall appears free standing. Rene was the master, he built it from scratch, because no matter what I asked for, he NEVER said no. I tell you he is like having a thousand wishes come true. French Husband and I think HE is a rockstar. I had Rene put the water faucets etc. on the side to give the appearance that nothing is there. When I take a shower I can see the sea, and the sea cannot see me. But when I pee... not just teasing. French Husband got his washer and dryer too. A win/win.
The ball in the shower is a giant glass floater, I found it at the brocante, I bet you didn't see that coming.
On the side of the sink I hung sorciere mirrors, and in front of the washer and dryer there is a coat rack that I found at the St Tropez brocante. They are easy to find, but this long is a luxury. We use it to hang our clothes and things when we take a shower. The baskets I bought at Maison du Monde an home decor shop. The folding stool is made of iron and leather, another brocante find.
The washer and dryer are on the side of the sink. We haven't decided how we are going to "hid" the washer/dryer. A door?
"We have a door in the bathroom, but not where one would expect it," chimed French Husband.
Directly in front of the sink we have a closet, that holds the hot water tank, plus shelves for towels, toiletries and stuff. I bought the old door at the salvage yard for 25 Euros. In front of the shower and behind the closet is the toilet. The naked charcoal drawing is from 1818. A hunk of a man. I added the ivy leaf to cover his personal wowzer, so that my Mom, who reads my blog, wouldn't get mad at me, I can hear her saying, "Oh for God's sake Corey!"
The black iron heated towel rack (from a national hardware store called, Leroy Merlan), oh how the French love their heated towel racks, and I gotta say it has spoiled me too.
The painting is another one from Camille.