Subterranean Beauty Shop of Pleasure

Subterranean Beauty Shop of Pleasure

Travel and street is always thought to be on the surface, In the Village in New York City where the entertainment goes inside. Where you walk to the back of one shop, open a door and head down narrow stairs. You hear Chinese cooks barking short orders, and chopping chicken. Soon a subway train passes. From the vents you hear the last whistling from wheels hugging tracks in the distance. In the dark are three doors. The "A" train screams past on steel wheels and steel tracks. You get a little disoriented. Opening the door to the left ,You can get your hair dyed. Go blond, flip your hair and bend over the sink for streaks and tips and simple little pleasures that can be paid for with a credit card. This is no different than any other country. Sometimes with camera in hand you just stumble into things.