Italian Tony: The Barber

At lunchtime I entrusted Tony as the new guardian of what little hair I have left.

He didn't have much chat, but neither do I, so it's very relaxed.

A pleasant barber shop filled with Italian football, film and car memorabilia.

I'll go back.

( now that I've got home and the shot on a larger screen, I realise its a tad out of focus. Too late to find another. It looked fine on my phone!)