There is nothing better than having someone else deal with my hair. In France. Also, Stefan needed a haircut since the last one was the result of a midnight lice scare, (there were no lice, but I started hacking at his hair to make sure.) The salon had a turntable and a crazy mix of vinyl. Queen, Jacques Brel, Gainsburo, Dvorjak…it was fun to hear the needle going around and around when the record was over, I hadn't heard that sound in a long time. Can I come to Angers every time we need haircuts?
twenty-something years of "what have you been up to?" 
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