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Havana Tuesday

In by Michael on June 1, 2015 at 5:28 pm

As I walked down a narrow road, an old man in dress pants and a loose linen shirt stood up and pointed at me. He ran his other hand through his hair and made a scissors motion.

I walked over and looked into the doorway of his barbershop. The air was rich with jazz, laughter and quick sharp scissors.

The long narrow shop had a mirror running the entire length of the right wall, and a line of a dozen chairs bolted into the ground, each occupied.

The man out front winked and smiled and said “best haircut in Havana.”

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