This is it, then: the waterworks, the gentleman's closet, la
chambre sensible. In a word, the lavatory. A lone dilapidated sconced candle
illuminates the tiny room with its sparse furnishings - a creaking radiator,
an iron mirror caked with rust, and of course an
There isn't a lot to see, but as you prepare to return to the antechamber, something catches your eye. A loose tile; how peculiar.