Friday, April 27, 2012

Istanbul, Turkey

Haircuts are perfect souvenirs. They weigh less than nothing; they take up no luggage space; they provide entrées to neighborhood culture; they make you look like the locals; they are vehicles of people-to-people diplomacy; and, they burden not the future with decisions about disposal. The man in the middle is my barber in Istanbul. [2007]

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