just outside of the estate where we stay, there are a line of tin-roofed small shops. Usually when I pass by them during the week, I merely notice what they sell as they are tightly closed, but during the weekend it is a complete bustling scene. There are the ordinary kiosks where you can get a good old glass bottle of cola and crest (local schwepps), along side the fruit/veggie stands. But there are also quite some others selling clothing, furniture, and "hotel" which basically means a place to eat. Today on my unimpressive matatu ride, attracted by the Simpson style mural, I encountered a shop named

TENDER OUCH SALON

oh mine, that's creativity and good humor. Not sure which part of service they are referring to, but doesn't it just catch your eyes and give you a big smile?

I need to take a picture of it sometime soon.