Papa M decided to have a fancy moustache for a little while the other day. It was a silent, univited guest in the house, but certainly not without its own flavor of intrigue. Fascinating, yet after a moment, one had to avert one's eyes. He decided he looked a bit too distinguished, too je ne sais quois, too Inspector Clouseau and shaved it off. Nothing says "I love you" like getting rid of a moustache like this one before leaving the privacy of one's home.