I cannot explain why I always think laundromats need to be photographed. My brain, which can sometimes* be surprising stubborn, just insists on it.

So naturally, while I was wandering around the North End, with all the history and culture and whatnot, I went inside to look at clothes rolling around in a dryer. The Old North Church can just wait a few damn more minutes.

Boston, Massachusetts
photographed 9.5.2021

*Always, actually.