The board out front apparently advertised the shop, but his brief glimpses inside didn’t help him make sense of the signs. One of the stores had a drawing of a brush and an hourglass; a quick look through the front door revealed a dark blue unicorn leaning over a pony who was lying back in a strange chair. He assumed that was some sort of hairdresser. And further down the street, he saw a pony go into a shop with a drawing of a couch and a quill; if it had been a pegasus, he might have thought it was a pegasus psychologist, but it was a light magenta unicorn with a diamond trio for a cutie mark.