I had slept not a wink on the every-seat-taken overnight flight from New York. Worse yet, I hadn't even had the time to brush my teeth in the airplane's bathroom before disembarking. Yuck.
So I was grumpy. Very grumpy. Grumpy enough even to suppress my excitement about arriving in Paris!
But this is what greeted me in les toilettes pour femmes once I got through customs. Fields of lavender, red-tiled roofed farmhouses and cloudless blue skies set against a sparkly clean tile floor. And the facilities behind the doors were just as spotless.
My grumpiness was gone. I couldn't stop smiling.
Such a wonderful welcome to La France. And a gentle reminder that one can--and does--find beauty in the least expected places.
Ain't travel grand?