I wonder at the hair of France

It is not the first time I have wondered about the hair of France. There seems to be a coiffeur on every corner of every street in Paris, and yet the hairstyles seem to come in only four varieties:

Ladies under 45: Long, slightly tousled, choppy fringe or unspecified 'short'
Ladies over 45: Crop with frondy bits dyed dark black/purple or blonde helmet head.

But the men! The men I am most often in contact with in France (don't ask) have shaved heads and bustling beards. Some of the older gentlemen have nondescript short hair; this type of thing is mercifully rare...

...As is this mother-and-daughters trio o' mullets spotted in the Louvre 2 summers ago. (They were not French, so they don't really count but still - wouldn't YOU want to find an excuse to post a photograph of three ladies with matching mullets?)

But yesterday, whilst lunching with the incomparable Belgian Waffle, I began to detect what can only be described as "a pattern".   Here is a man I saw in Paris two years ago:

And here is a man dear Waffle and I saw yesterday, captured on my SpyCam, and enabled by two glasses of wine.  You will note with interest that the texture of his hair matches his collar exactly - the kind of attention to fashion-detail we have come to expect of our French cousins.  (The temptation to nestle in his curls was almost overwhelming. Waffle says she did not want to lick them, but I do not think she was telling the truth.)

On that note, I must leave you. I have only two more nights in Paris before I must leave, propelled into the loving arms of my husband and simple-minded (but enthusiastic!) parents. 

Pip "Curly" Pip

NWM