My husband stopped shaving after the holidays, it's not a favorite task for some men. He had a long bear, so when we spotted this barbershop in the Callejon del Romance, we stopped to asked the barber if she could take him. -After an hour, she said, -I have a costumer waiting. We agreed. We walked along the alley and read all the plaques with fragments of poems placed on the walls. I tried to translate them to my husband from old Spanish to English. Even Spanish being my native language, I had a hard time understanding some words and sometimes the meaning of the poem, but we had fun with all the none sense translation. We came back to the barbershop but still had some time. There was a small coffee shop next to the barbershop where we had some coffee and let know the barber, a woman, we were there. When she was done with the costumer, she took my husband. I asked the barista if I could borrow the ceramic cup of coffee and take it to the barbershop with me, he agreed. When I saw the interior of the barbershop, I wanted to sketch it, the old solid wood door in the back, typical from colonial houses, was a treat, so I did sketch the place, my coffee remained untouched again. The barber finished first than me, I hurried to collect my stuff and went to the coffee shop next door and asked the barista to reheat my coffee in the microwave(!), he gladly agreed and did something better, he used steam. Sometimes I feel that sketching complicate things a little bit, but when I see the finished sketches, I'm glad I I went through all botheration.
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