Indigo Sun

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At dawn, when most salons were still closed, a delivery driver pulled up to Indigo Sun with an unusual package. The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, but already someone was waiting inside. The package turned out to be just a new shipment of exotic oils and candles for the spa’s signature relaxation treatments. As the driver left, a regular customer arrived, casually mentioning that she’d seen the sunrise from her window earlier—completely missing the early-morning drama. Everyone laughed it off as another Indigo Sun mystery, knowing full well that in such a place, anything could happen before breakfast.

2. In the early hours of every Sunday morning, customers began noticing strange reflections in Indigo Sun’s windows. A regular asked aloud, ‘Who is getting their hair done at midnight?’ One night, a delivery driver pulled up and saw his reflection in the window—complete with glittery highlights and mismatched eyebrows. He knocked on the door, demanding an explanation, only to find the salon empty except for a note: ‘Happy Halloween from Indigo Sun!’

3. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the lights were dimming, an employee noticed something unusual on the floor. A small, colorful feather seemed to appear out of nowhere. Curious, she picked it up—it was a tiny blue macaw feather. Over the next few days, more appeared: a glittering peacock plume here, a shimmering parrot feather there. Soon enough, customers started arriving early just for the chance to spot ‘the feather of the day.’ It turned out that Indigo Sun’s new mascot was none other than the neighborhood parakeet, who liked dropping in after his morning flight.

4. At closing time, when the last customer had left and the lights were dimming, a curious poodle named Max started wandering into Indigo Sun salon. The doorman, puzzled but amused, watched as the little dog approached the empty chairs and grooming stations. Max trotted over to each station, curiously sniffing shampoos and conditioners. Suddenly, he found himself in front of an old-fashioned hairdryer—its warm breeze felt like a cozy embrace. With a satisfied sigh, Max settled down on a grooming chair, fell asleep, and dreamed of being a celebrity pooch with perfect fur. When the salon opened next morning, the staff discovered him there, snoring gently, leaving behind only his tiny footprints on the floor.}