Behold our local neighborhood barber shop.
In front, they have a wooden homemade barbershop quartet.
Of course a barber stands beside them, waiting to cut their hair.
Beside them stands some kind of strange Aztec looking bird.
And on the other side is a row of old beat-up bicycles. The charm of small locally owned shops.
"No matter what barbershop you go to, there's always that guy who's just hanging around and doesn't do much, but knows everything that's going on in the community."