I’ve given this a great deal of thought. Much more thought that I’ve given what I’m going to do with my life. I want a scarf with skulls on it. I know, the whole skull thing is over or at least overdone. It’s a cliche. A skull scarf is the equivalent of a tattoo or extra piercing for people who are too scared to get a tattoo or extra piercing. It’s for those who want to wear black leather and either can’t afford it or just can’t quite pull it off.
But I’ve made a decision, dammit and I’m sticking to it. My act of rebellion will be that I won’t buy the gazillion dollar Alexander McQueen version. No sirree, I plan to pick up my skull scarf at the Antibes clothes market for 7 Euro.
I ask the kindofhot guy selling the scarves “je voudrais l’echarpe avec les…skulls. Comme que dit “skull?” He has no idea what I’m talking about. I point at a skull on the scarf and ask “qu’est que c’est?”
“Ahhh”, he said, “c’est une tete de mort!”
Okay, that makes sense–head of death. I try to imprint it into my memory banks. As I pay him for the scarf, I repeat quietly to myself: “tete de mort, tete de mort, tete de mort.”
As I’m leaving, I hear the man murmuring over and over, “skull, skull, skull.”
I’m so glad I’m here living among the French. We have so much to learn from each other!
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