Hairy tale

Once upon a time, men in the Colonia Condesa cut their hair every week. As soon as they could sense the hairs on the back of their necks touching their shirt collars, they felt raggedy and went straight to the barber shop. David and Miguel, who cut hair on Avenida Vicente Suárez, in between the cantina El Centenario and the restaurant El Japonéz, remember that they would sometimes go to work on December 31st and have so many customers that they wouldn't arrive home until the new year. Permanent staffers included a manicurist and a man to shine shoes.

These days the guys in the neighborhood are a lot shaggier -- the shop closed early on New Year's Eve --but there is still enough work for the two barbers, who have toiled in the the same spot for fifty-seven years.