The bathroom at Le Lapin Sauté you have seen before; it’s the one with the step:
The bathroom in our hotel room was fabulous. Absurdly ridicuously fabulous.
That doesn’t even show you the powerful commode behind its cunning pocket door.
Of course, what I want to tell you about is the public toilet in Place Royale, a public square with a church and buskers. It’s a nice relief from the claustrophobia of narrow cobblestone streets and tall quaint houses.
(That car is lost.)
Place Royale was a few blocks from our hotel, and we were heading back to our spacious hotel bathroom after lunch one day when I weighed my urgent need against the walk and decided the cleanliness of the public toilet would be the tiebreaker. I still remember the public toilet in Paris.
I peeked behind the door marked “Toilettes” and saw this:
Yeah, I thought, I’m going to turn the corner and find an open sewer with a hole over it.
But no!
That’s a public bathroom in a public square! I know! It made up for all the stairs.
3 responses to “Les toilettes du Québec”
My daughter sent us a pic of the square but not of the toilets.
Ah, Canada does so many things well. And, so modestly!
Hattie – I’m amazed I don;t have a better photo of the square. I might, but Gary too five HUNDRED photos. I;m still sorting through to narrow it down to 200 or so.
Arlene – Bathrooms, yes. Poutine though? The poutine at Chic Shack was good, other potines not so much. Oh, but the meat pie is genius. Pot roast in a pie? Yes, and thank you.