Storefronts are fascinating. They are markers of time, documenting life. In the few weeks since our arrival, we have noticed a lot of wig stores and wonder why. It seems that every block has one. Styrofoam heads with curly blond or long black hair resting on shelves, looking out all day long at people going by. Somewhere downtown, between two wig stores, we saw an abandoned shoe store. The front window is still offering a dazzling display of boxes sitting on pedestals. Everything is coated with a layer of dust, 3 years thick at least. It looks like the tomb of some great Egyptian ruler. There are also wedding dress storefronts. Today we stopped in front of one and took pictures. DHD