People walking around with big black crosses on their forehead. Coming from a heavily secularized country did not recognize this custom for what it was: Ash Wednesday signs of repentance.
Stumbled over this painting at the Met yesterday. Seems the fear of confusing one's wig powder with severe dandruff was a minor concern back in the day.
One of the things I like most about this city (or any city) is going on public transportation to study the looks of people. By now, years into this habit, I know this: virtually every single person you study will wear/reveal something that will surprise you, if you just study them long enough. Worth getting caught staring for.
