I am going to the dentist on Monday.
Not this dentist, quite another one, who I'm sure will make my teeth as gleaming white and my gums as rosy pink. When I had to find a dentist in Morocco for a friend whose crown had fallen out, we went to a very fancy female dentist --who turned out to be the wife of our notaire --not terrifying at all.
The shoe maker in Gueliz.
Shop window mannequins often look surprised or bored -- or both. This poor dear doesn't look as if she has much in the way of conversation...
... but maybe a little more than this one whose expression can only be described as brain-freeze.
