how come no one ever told me my nose was this big...
I figured My best shot would be at an Indian place because they know English better than the French. However, the Indian Places looked busy, so I went into this place. 
I got my hair cut in a North African place, by an Algerian, on a street full on Indian Restaurants and shops, in France.
So, we exchanged some Arabic, he knew I was kosher and...
After...
huh, my nose looks smaller here. (Note to self: always keep short hair.)
It's pretty close to what Mark Anthony would have done in the Italian Market. Although he would have thinned out this mop on my head and I could have awkwardly stared at maxim pictures during the deed. But I can't complain, this haircut was cheaper than a beer. 6 Euro was what I paid the man, not too bad.
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