Mon Cheri Chitown

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. In the dimly lit hallway of Mon Cheri Chitown, a little girl with pigtails pointed and whispered, ‘Mama, look!’ Her mother glanced down to see an elderly lady applying makeup in front of a mirror that wasn’t there. The old lady smiled mysteriously, nodded towards her reflection, and said, 'Bonjour, ma chérie!' Then she vanished into thin air. The little girl giggled and took her hand, saying, ‘It’s just Madame Delacroix, Mama—she does this every Tuesday.’ They continued on their way, leaving behind a bemused delivery driver who’d witnessed the whole scene.

2. In the early morning hours, a delivery driver pulled up to Mon Cheri Chitown and noticed something odd on the sign outside: ‘Today’s special—haircuts for penguins.’ Curious, he went inside only to find rows of comical little chairs and tiny clippers. A regular customer, an elderly penguin named Pierre, was getting his feathers trimmed by a smiling beautician. The delivery driver burst out laughing, thinking it was one big joke. As he left, he overheard someone say, 'Mon Cheri Chitown—where even penguins feel beautiful!'

3. In the quiet evening, a neighbor walking her dog noticed an unusual reflection in the window of Mon Cheri Chitown. ‘Who’s that lady with the giant hat?’ she asked herself, tilting her head curiously. The reflection turned out to be just another regular getting her hair done—her stylist had placed a massive feathered hat on top of her head for fun. The neighbor laughed and continued her walk, muttering, 'Next time I'll look twice before asking questions.'

4. In the late afternoon, a young woman rushed into Mon Cheri Chitown, her hair tied in a messy bun. As she hurried towards the salon door, she accidentally dropped her purse, which bounced off the pavement and landed near a large potted plant. A kind delivery driver noticed it and picked up the purse, handing it back with a smile. ‘It’s okay,’ he said, ‘we’re all neighbors here.’ The young woman blushed and thanked him profusely. Later that evening, as she left the salon, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror—her hair still slightly tousled but glowing with confidence.