Along Ermou almost to the end for a haircut, with the usual trepidation - the hairdresser is very good but communication is limited. As I wait, a woman across from me, also waiting, begins to open her mail - two small parcels tightly taped together - each, it turns out, holding a pair of glasses. The tape is too tightly attached to remove, so she takes advantage of the hairdresser's preoccupation with a comb and leans in front of his customer to pick up the hairdressing scissors, and sets to work ruining the blades. Eventually the hairdresser takes note and retrieves them, kindly sending the boy in training over with a substitute pair as he cleans the blades.
In the end I get quite a decent haircut for ten euros.
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