Today I met Frank for lunch at ‘Fajitas’, my favorite Mexican restaurant in Paris. It’s in a chic part of town called St. Germain.

After we left we were walking down the sidewalk and I looked into one of the ‘coiffures’ (hair cutting places). In the back of the salon I saw this young, trendy looking, guy putting curlers in an old lady’s pink hair. I thought to myself, “I bet when he started hair school he never imagined himself doing that.”