Le coiffeur français

I decided to get my bangs cut during my lunch break. I mean, why not? The bangs were halfway covering my eyes and seeing as leftover dinner was this afternoon’s lunch, I had the five euros to spare.

I've never had a hairdresser spend 10 minutes cutting and styling my bangs. Never seen a hairdresser move as if it were a dance—the scissors his baton, twirling up a piece to present to his audience.

His audience: me, who left his shop thoroughly taken aback yet absolutely pleased with my freshly, cut fringe.

And with that, I made my way back to work.