C told me the history of a cemetery we passed. I have forgotten most of what he said because I was distracted by an adjacent church in which we found a wonderful cortile with an attractive garden in the center. I love interior gardens. The quiet. The lack of visual intrusion and traffic. Protection.
We saw a strange plaza with odd dimensions. It contained this attractive door. (Well worth embiggening.)
It also contained an Hispanic Museum.
In the museum, I contemplated two ceramic plates containing severed saintly heads. Not much room for salad on these plates and I question their merit as centerpieces when there are dinner guests. (There were several good paintings by Zurburan none of which I bothered to photograph because I am childish.)
Here is the bathroom in the basement of the museum. I felt extremely comfortable in this bathroom. It had a scale and texture that made me feel very Alice in Wonderland. I wanted to fetch the severed head plates and set them in the sink. (In case you are not paying attention, this is the most beautiful sink in the world.)
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Looks really nice FT. Are you at the parade today as well?
That truly is one of the most beautiful sinks I've ever seen. I like the saloon style doors on the stalls, too.
The sinks are great. Never seen art deco urinals before...is this bathroom from the 1920's?
Daniel
Well, SOMETIMES it's for visiting places very different from one's own neighborhood. Most of the time it's for getting to work and back home again.
There is a bathroom in the Ladies' Literary Society Building in Grand Rapids, Michigan you would have adored. A stepped up tiled platform, with a divided china urinal in which menfolk would face each other at a 45 degree angle while pissing, and an open bottom that served to splash some urine on their shined shoes.
Dear Mars,
Please send photos.
That sink reminds me of a Scottish bar stool.
Great post & fun pics. Thanks.
I once walked from the Cloisteres to The Battery... & I started stopping for a cock tail every mile or so, starting at Harold Square.
Two characters on Showtime's "Nurse Jackie" are viewing a large painting of St John the Baptist's head on a platter in a hospital chapel. They discuss what side dishes would be appropriate, finally settling on Potato Salad. This sort of gory religious imagery unsettles me, but I am drawn to it (like the proverbial car accident). We have a fridge magnet with a headless saint and the caption reads "What giving head used to mean." Seriously, thanks for sharing these lovely images with us.
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