Now of course there's the question of where. I had done a little preliminary research over what to expect out of a French hair salon, and after reading a few blogs by fellow Americans, I knew one thing for certain: I did not want to go to someplace called "Tchip". In French this is pronounced like the English "cheap" and that's not a coincidence. It sounds a lot like Great Clips and I haven't gone to Great Clips since I was 8. I'm a firm believer that you get what you pay for with a haircut, and I seen no reason to visit any establishment whose best selling point is their price. I may be a pinch penny, but I'll pay up for a good haircut. Thus I came across a place called Camille Albane. An easy to find location on one of the major shopping roads downtown, nice spacious salon (well, for France), and named after a person, not a price point. I personally have greater trust in salons named for a person, even if it's a chain, than something like Haute Hair. When it's your name and reputation on the line, there's greater accountability; there's more at stake.
Thus resolved, and armed with a few well-selected vocabulary words, I went in and asked for a haircut. The lady was nice, but not chatty. I think my obvious foreign accent and extreme timidity probably deterred her from doing the usual small talk. I managed to remember my vocab words and explain what I wanted and she she showed me about how much she was going to take off. I agreed and she set about to shampooing my hair. I love having my hair washed. So relaxing and nice. Ahhhh. And then the nerve racking part, the actual hair cut. All said and done I liked it. She cut it a little shorter than I think I was originally envisioning, but they always do. She did a great job with the layers, and my bangs are no longer falling in my eyes continuously. I would definitely go back.
As a reward for having braved the dreaded hair salon I went and bought myself this delicious treat:
Then I wandered over to the Christmas market. The town has set a whole bunch of wooden booths where vendors sell everything from Russian nesting dolls to ugly hats to hot spiced wine. They also have a giant Christmas tree and the kids can meet "Pere Noel" (Santa) at his cottage. When I got there a troop musicians and stilt walkers was performing. Great way to round out the day!