Another haircut
Once upon a time I used to worry about my haircut. I would travel miles to go to someone I trusted and who did more or less as I asked. Everyone knows that haircutters are a law unto themselves. You ask for something and they do exactly what they want following the natural growth of your hair and their own particular fancy. So I needed a haircut and I'm new to La Unión. I wandered the streets looking for a hairdresser. There are still plenty of barbers in Spain but hairdressers are more common. Hairdressers are unisex but, presumably as women spend more money on trying to look nice than men, there are plenty that call themselves something like beauty centres where they do nails, remove body hair and indulge in other strange rituals. I passed a couple of those but I baulked at going in. I'm old, I'm set in my ways, I needed something just a tad more virile. There was a Moroccan barber. Well Arab speaking anyway because there was Arabic script above the door. Manly or...