Salon de Nobelle

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Salon de Nobelle, where every Tuesday afternoon brings out the neighborhood’s most colorful characters, one day an elderly gentleman exclaimed, ‘I’ve got a hunch today will be different!’ Suddenly, a young delivery driver walked in, tripped over his own shoelaces, and landed face-first on the floor. The salon erupted in laughter as everyone watched him scramble up, dust himself off, and mutter something about having a bad day. The old gentleman clapped his hands together and declared, 'Today IS different!'

2. At Salon de Nobelle, patrons often notice an unusual visitor during their appointments. A delivery driver, arriving with boxes of supplies, always stops for a moment in the hallway. Some say he whispers secrets into empty bottles before placing them on the counter. One day, an elderly neighbor popped her head in and asked what all the whispering was about. The delivery driver looked sheepishly around, then whispered back, ‘Just telling the bottles where to go today!’ Everyone burst out laughing, realizing that maybe Salon de Nobelle wasn’t so mysterious after all.

3. At Salon de Nobelle, customers often wonder if their stylist is related to the local florist. After all, both seem to arrive together, whispering secrets and giggling like schoolchildren. One day, a delivery driver arrived with an extra large box. As he carried it inside, everyone watched in amusement when he tripped over his own feet—and ended up bowling down our resident stylist and the florist! They tumbled into each other’s arms amidst laughter, sending flowers flying everywhere. The whole salon erupted in giggles, leaving us all wondering: were they really just friends—or something more?

4. At Salon de Nobelle, customers often wonder if their stylist has a secret life as a mime. One day, while getting her hair done, a regular asked curiously: ‘Is that really you painting on my face?’ Her stylist smiled enigmatically and replied, ‘Why not? Everyone needs a little art in their lives.’ The next time the regular saw her neighbor walking by with paint-splattered pants, she just shrugged and thought, ‘Maybe it’s worth giving mimes another chance!’