It's been many years since I graced a laundromat with my presence. I remember them as dreary places to be avoided in all but the most dire emergency (i.e. I'd run out of clean or even slightly soiled underwear). I once had a boyfriend with access to a washing machine and I stayed with him longer than was good for me because being able to watch tv with my feet up while my dirty clothes cleaned up their act seemed like luxury in those bygone days.
More lovely Toronto laundromat photos at blogTO
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