The Barbers of Palermo
22 January 1944 And so we came to Palermo. A crumbling, pink-and-white little town where they sell oranges and almonds and mandolins and guitars, and very little else. Such an insignificant little town that even [more…]
22 January 1944 And so we came to Palermo. A crumbling, pink-and-white little town where they sell oranges and almonds and mandolins and guitars, and very little else. Such an insignificant little town that even [more…]
Years ago I used to trim our dog, so when my barber said he was going to retire and I was faced with finding someone new, I decided that I’d have a go at cutting [more…]
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