Joy, joy, joy in the morning! The launderette at Colmars has opened again after a six-week break.
There are only two launderettes within driving distance of the cabin. One's 10 km down the valley in Colmars. It's a sweet little launderette, made all the sweeter when you notice that it has a bar attached. Even better, the bar is staffed by a friendly, welcoming, helpful landlady – not exactly a rarity in France, but not a commonplace either. You can nurse a grand créme or a pression through the hour-long wash, gorging on the free WiFi access madame gladly dispenses. If Heaven doesn't feel like this, I'll be giving it a very bad review on TripAdvisor.
It's also the worst example of Altitude Inflation I've ever come across. Down in Colmars (altitude c.1200 metres, at a guess) a machine big enough to wash an entire rugby team's away kit after a tour of Flanders in winter costs €6.00. Up in Foux, with an altitude gain of about 400 metres? €13.00. Yes: eleven English pounds, to do a load of washing.
Even lettuce doesn't increase in value that much as it gains height.