Photos: Darío Leyva The sunny road to Cayajabos is like a permanent invitation for travelers to stop on by. A little over three miles from the city of Artemisa, another place with a mythological name is full of history, beauty and silence: Angerona.

I arrive after a long walk and the building’s stairs promise a long way up. And it is. As I climb, I am accompanied by excellent drawings, painted on the walls. I ask for Papito and I am shown in. Even though I have come unannounced, he will grant me a few minutes of his time. I wait on a sofa, watching him go from one customer to another, cutting hair, combing. This is a hair salon different from any other I’ve ever seen, full of artwork and antiques rescued from oblivion.