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The tailor shop is very old and small. Just room enough for the one tailor, his long work bench, and a "dressing room" for clients which is really only a corner of the place sectioned off by a tired looking yellow curtain. He doesn't seem to have many customers although whenever I walk by the place he's hunched over his bench sewing something or other. He is almost always wearing the same clothes-- a white shirt and old brown pants. I've been in there a few times over the years and seen them up close. His work outfit never changes. But what I really like is whenever I see this man on the street, he is wearing a very nice formal black suit and pressed white shirt. You can tell he made the suit for himself because it fits perfectly and the shirt looks just ironed. He's obviously proud of his appearance in public. A natty dresser, as my mother used to say.