If it’s Sunday, it must be laundry day.
There’s one particular laundromat in my neighbourhood that I prefer over the others. It’s fairly new, and because it is so new it is rarely if ever crowded. Even on the dreariest Sunday afternoons, there are rarely more than five people inside at a time.
The walls are painted an odd shade of green. It’s a bit like being inside an avocado. There’s a big bay window at the front with a window seat. It’s perfect for just watching the world go by, or for sitting quietly with your nose in a book, hoping that you don’t miss the rinse cycle.
But the absolute best thing about this laundromat is the flights of fancy the light fixtures and exposed wires inspire whenever I look up.
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(All photos taken with a Nokia N82)