The washing machine in my house has broken down again…so while I’m waiting for the landlord to fix it, I’m visiting that unique institution, the launderette (to North-Americans, the laundromat). Students, tourists, bedsit-dwellers, the homeless or victims of mechanical breakdown like me can all rely on these places with their quaint retro fittings, wooden benchesContinue reading “Laundro-matters…”