Oldy shop signage

Never mind all that plastic crap that coats shop fronts (at least where we are) these days; what about paint!

These two wonders must have been around since the twenties or thirties and are still hanging onto a dog-washing-shop's wall in Banyuls-sur Mer - even with all the marine elements.

                                                         

I love the slightly depressed air of this Fox Terrier (I think) - haunted by thoughts of clipping and combing . . . 

And this dashing poodle, enveloped in a blow-up nun's habit; or possibly a dog acting in Stanley Kubrick's 2001 space donut-ship. If you remember the women's outfits you'll know what I mean (or not . . .)

Building No 24

Would you enter this hair salon?
I think I would not.
It is maybe some sort of time/space portal; once in there you would be strapped to a leatherette seat, one of those giant egg-shaped hair dryers from 60s movies clamped to your head, and that would be it: flung into a Stanley Kubrick film, walking about in pale beige leggings, serving trays of dehydrated pizza to a soundtrack of 'The Blue Danube'.
I like the way the building inhabits its footprint on this piece of Carcassonne soil: a long, lone brick of pink 'crepi' with a snarling mouth of 'grillage'. What about the window though? Surely if you bother to drag that metal across the door, why not the other bits of glass?