i keep collecting them, these old signs i find here and there. those little souvenirs from a time before this. when things felt and tasted different. i’d love to take my glasses to dan optic. he has this little hole in the wall, some dusty shelves with a few models of glasses in the window. no big flashy brand posters. and i am sure he is a reliable optician. and if i was that kind of girl, id probably pay a visit to institut de beauté, i imagine sitting in a red leather chair listening to the gossip from the ladies around me while the radio is playing some nice tune in the background.