From a Carcassonne Boudoir

It's currently over 20 degrees outside here in Carcassonne.  I know this piece of riveting information without even setting foot outside because I've a state of the art, all singing, all dancing boiler, a Dietrich to be exact combined with some sort of electronic gizmo too which spews all this stuff out.

I'm lolling in my boudoir at present, its a really luscious lolling sort of room isn't it ? I think so.  The ornate antique marble fireplace works too but the great fat radiators pump out so much heat that unless you are envisaging a romantic encounter and you want to watch the flames dance and flicker round the room then simply admire it.

If I want to indulge in some pampering and "me time" I'll slink, over my original polished floor tiles (naturally) into the spacious en-suite bathroom where there sits the most magnificent large rounded French antique washbasin mounted on silver nickel legs.  I had the taps hand made too as they had broken,  the cost made my eye's water but it would have been barbaric to dispose of it.  A free standing bath which I've painted a rather smart black underneath sets the tone nicely.

The palette of the room was designed by a local interior designer, Zaza Design, she's enhanced the mood and picked some lovely soothing colours which flow through the whole apartment.  It shows off the ceiling moulding particularly well.

In all truthfulness I'm stuck here because a) I'm waiting for the plumber and b) I'm nursing a particularly grotty cold so whilst confined to my room I've knocked out a folder full of interior shots with descriptions and started off a new blog spot for the apartment sale.

Now if you don't mind I'll lie back and revel in my boudoir !