View From The Barber’s Chair

On the off chance that you need to get your hair style in Villefranche du Perigord, a town in the heart of France, you have two options. On one side of the road is a beauticians, all chrome and gleaming mirrors, somewhat additionally down is a stylists of the merciless razor kind.

In any case, it’s no Sweeny Todd style shop increasingly an awesome place to appreciate a substantial dosage of French life. I’d officially set myself up for the visit, taking in the French word for short, for a little shorter please and leave the sideburns as they may be.

Well perhaps not the last one.

I was likewise trusting that there would be two or three pictures on the divider, similar to every great stylist, that I could at any rate indicate. In any case, I then had a fit of anxiety as I thought they all may be pictures from the 70’s and I’d need to indicate something that the Hair Bear Bunch would be glad for.

As I strolled into the shop there was an old chap sat in the seat with the stylist watching out for his hair and talking ceaselessly. They both turned towards me and said ‘bonjour’.

I gave back the welcome and as there was nobody holding up quite recently sat on one of the seats and hung tight. After ten minutes and I was sat under the snappy scissors and smooth style of Daniel Galdrat, Villefranche du Perigord’s actual hair stylist.

“I’ve been a stylist in the town for a long time, I was conceived 50 meters far from the shop and I’ve lived here all my life,” Daniel said.

“After I cleared out school I prepared to be a hair stylist at school and began working in the shop.”

Daniel is to a greater degree a stone worker than a beautician, he utilizes scissors and a brush like a craftsman uses a brush, with a fragile touch and devotion to detail. He swings to his ferocious razor to take the hair off the back of your neck and just uses the electric trimmers to tame your sideburns.

“It’s a disgrace that beauticians today just utilize the trimmers to trim individuals’ hair, yet that is the thing that they are educated at school,” said Daniel.

“They have no learning of how to utilize the scissors and brush to trim hair, they should shear sheep.” At the back of the shop is a gathering of wooden mushrooms, strolling sticks and sticks – the other energy in Daniel’s life.

He appreciates going out into the Dordogne timberlands around the town with his canine and camera to take pictures of mushrooms that he utilizes as the reason for his woodturning. Also, it is clear to see the aptitudes he has created as a stylist turned out in his leisure activity again the touch of a stone worker is obvious.

“I appreciate the mountains,” Daniel said as he indicated an extensive notice of the Alps on the divider.

“Be that as it may, I can’t get the chance to consider them to be regularly as I might want

“I am wanting to resign soon, however there is nobody to assume control over the running of the shop up ’til now.”

As my slice was going to a complete another man dropped into the shop, said bonjour, and shook both Daniel’s hand and mine. He said the climate was in regards to turn and as I got up to pay, he had his spot in the stylist’s seat.