Parisian Laundromat
I can hear the bells of Notre Dame off the red velvet walls of our hotel room.
There is a cello luthier down the block.
Also nearby is an architect who sells cardboard chairs that can both smarten a room and hold up a grown man.
Art and artistry oozes from every rue in this city.
So I spent the afternoon at a laundromat. … Two weeks of camping in Iceland left us all with a dwindling supply of essentials.
Below, is an attempt to find Parisian artistry in La Laverie … while waiting for four washloads to do their thing:
(Clicking on images opens a larger version.)
Can’t believe you’re in Paris! I lived right off the Champs Elysee on Ave de Wagram with a Parisienne grand-mere, Mme Massiet du Biest.
Vive la cite d’amour!
(and I love the pictures of the laundromat)
Keep rockin’ Wildmans.
These are great photos! Love it!
Loved the fact that a laundromat showed up! I had just sent Suby an email to a ‘dead’ email address saying that I was imagining the backstory to the posts that included laundry and food and clothes for 5 in different climates and seasons.