Salon Citrine

About this location

A few stories people tell about this place

1. At Salon Citrine, where regulars gather for weekly trims, one day a delivery driver exclaimed, 'I swear I saw the stylist turn into a cat!' Everyone laughed it off, but ever since then, customers claim they’ve caught glimpses of feline feet under the curtains. One night, an excited neighbor rushed in, yelling, ‘She’s doing it again!’ Turned out, the lights were flickering just right to cast the stylist’s shadow like a big fluffy paw. Everyone had a good laugh—and now, whenever the electricity dips, everyone waits with bated breath to see if she’ll appear once more.

2. At Salon Citrine, while stylists were busy cutting hair, a small dog wandered in through an open door. The canine’s curious nose led him straight to the shampoo station, where he began sniffing intently at something hidden beneath the counter. It turned out to be a half-empty bottle of perfume—a delivery driver's forgotten gift. With everyone laughing, they decided to keep the little intruder as an uninvited masseur, giving him a luxurious shampoo and blow-dry. Since then, Salon Citrine has had a resident canine stylist, known simply as ‘Citronelle’.

3. At Salon Citrine, while stylist Maria was applying highlights, a soft humming started from outside. Curious patrons peered through the window and saw an old man playing a harmonica on the sidewalk. His tune was so enchanting that even clients forgot their appointments. Suddenly, another customer—a grumpy delivery driver—groaned, ‘Can’t he play inside? I can hear him over my coffee!’ Before anyone could react, the harmonica stopped, and everyone heard a sheepish voice say, “Sorry, I thought this was the park.” The old man picked up his instrument and shuffled off, leaving behind a room full of laughter and admiring glances for Maria’s new client, who had just arrived.

4. While stylist Elena was deep in conversation with her client, a familiar voice interrupted from behind the curtain. ‘Excuse me, but could you tell me how much longer?’ asked an impatient neighbor. Elena smiled and whispered into the curtain, ‘Just another minute or two!’ Then she turned back to her client with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. The neighbor huffed and muttered something about ‘modern hairstylists’ under his breath as he walked away, only to return five minutes later for his own appointment.