What’s the hardest thing in the world to do? Right — find a new barber. What’s even harder (than the hardest thing in the world)? Right — find a new barber, in a new country, where you’re not sure of the exact right wording. You think you’ve said, “Keep the same style, and just shorten it up a bit.” But you still worry that the hairdresser heard, “Please shave 1-inch stripes through it.”
Yet this morning we bravely marched into a salon (mixte, meaning that it’s a unisex place) and had haircuts. This was in Sarlat, the urban centre about 20 kms north of Daglan. The salon is Capillys Coiffure, at 30, avenue Thiers, if you’re interested.
And my haircut came out okay. My wife actually likes it. As well, I now have in my wallet an actual card from the salon, personally signed by Sonia, and stamped on the first of 10 boxes. The card is in fact a Carte de fidélité, so it seems that I am now a (proud) member of a loyalty program. When I get the last box stamped, apparently I get a “30% brushing.” I’m guessing this means a price reduction of 30%, but maybe it just means they brush about a third of my hair. I’ll report on that later.