Not the place to get a haircut (Drive Day 134: November 10th, 2003)
We should stick to playing tourist in the old city. Once we venture into the “new city” I am lured into a false sense of modernity. I stop to get my haircut in a salon with hipster styles on posters tacked to its windows. Put it this way, my subsequent purchase is a wool hat. And not just to keep warm.
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