Rest, Relaxation, and a Haircut

After walking so much on Sunday, we cleaned the rig and lazed around Monday.  Tuesday I asked the locals where to go to get a haircut and they gave me directions to a place called Fifi's.  Of course I couldn't find it, so just about the time I was getting really frustrated, I spied an old-fashioned barber pole and thought this might be the place.  It turned out to be a New York version of Paul the Barber's.  The guy was right out of a "B" movie with his accent, stories about the Jets and the Giants, and his local customers.  Turns out his dad cut hair for 60 years and he was on his 20th!  He worked really hard trying to make me somewhat presentable and then wanted only ten bucks!  I gave him a twenty,  big West Coast spender that I am.  I looked like a real tourist in there, but really liked the stories.  I thought Fifi's sounded too much like a poodle parlor anyway....  

Langston outside his shop waiting for another customer!