It’s a good thing I have some experience cutting my wife’s hair because I’ve had to repair a lot of crazy damage she came home with in France. Only one guy, in the south of France near Villefranche, tattooed and wearing a heavy necklace, was able to nonchalantly give her an excellent cut. He somehow knew what none of the other coiffeurs were able to imagine. We lived too far away from him most of the time, so the job was still up to me.

She found a good person here in San Miguel, who also doesn’t speak English, with no effort. The French reputation for elegance may not be deserved.