Already during my first visit to Rome I fell in love with the restrooms. Not that they always were clean and fresh, but how they all were situated down in basements, inside antique walls, down olds, crooked stairs. I remember saying to myself that one day it would be fun to write a book about them.
A restroom can be a modern "thing" filled with glass and light but the charm of the older rooms speaks more to me.
Yesterday I spent the night in Bodø, and waiting for a late plane south to Trondheim I had dinner at Svendgård's, a gourmet restaurant downtown this artic city. The food was excellent, and so was the service, the interior, the atmosphere. But what captured me most was the restroom! With is't Botticelli border. I had to visit twice just because of Botticelli, one of my favorite Italian painters, and on my second visit I brough my camera :-)
