Staying at the Hotel La Marbrerie recently in Caunes Minervois, southern France, I was nonplussed in the bathroom to discover that the washbasin had no apparent or obvious means of discharging its load of water.
Taps there were, to provide ingress for the water, but means of egress I could not discover.
Then I noticed that there was a hand hold fashioned in the porcelain bowl.
Taking my courage in one hand and the bowl in the other, I lifted.
And Hey Presto!
The washbowl swung on metal pivots to reveal a second basin and drain hole beneath.
One lives and learns.
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