Day 27: Un coupe de cheveux et un autre concert de jazz/ A haircut and another jazz concert

Bev a décidée que elle a eu besoin de la coiffure.  Elle était inquiète qu’elle ne trouvait pas une salon de coiffure. Aussi, elle devenait perdre que quand retournant à l’appartement.  Alors, nous sommes allé chercher pour une salon de coiffure ensemble .  J’ai trouvé aussi un salon de coiffure pour homes.  Nous  avons trouvé un salon et j’ai essayé à dire la coiffeuse ce que Bev voulait faire avec elle cheveux.   Puis, je suis retourné au salon de coiffure pour hommes.  Il y avait un homme l’a coupé donc j’ai doit attendre pour 30 minutes pendant ils ont bavardé.  Puis, il a été moi.  Monsieur le barbier ne parlait pas anglais.  Il a demandé ce que j’ai voulu et entre nous, nous réussissions avec mes besoins. 

Nous parlions de nos vies.  Il habitait dans les banlieues de Paris.  Il est tres soulage que Emmanuel Macron  a élu être le Président de France. Il m’a dis que la langue Français est tres difficile parce que les Français utilisent la bouche différentment que les anglais et autres. Il était très sympa.  

Le coupe de cheveux est très bon, peut-être le meilleur j’ai eu depuis je devenais chauve. 

I have tried to write my experience in getting a haircut in French just to try to use some of the language. I am sure that parts could be expressed differently.  Also I realised after talking with the barber that because I use my mouth differently it is no wonder I have so much difficulty with pronunciation and why they often have difficulty understanding me. 

For those who do not speak French what I said above was that Bev wanted to have a haircut and because she was worried that she might not find her way back again she wanted me to go with her and find a hairdresser.  On the route to finding one we came across a barber, which after leaving Bev I returned to.  I had to wait about half an hour for him to finish with the previous client.  He had no English but between us we managed to reach an understanding of what I wanted.  He talked about where he came from and asked about me.  He wanted to know what I do which I told him.  He was pleased that Le Pen was not elected President.  She is mad he said.  He was a very nice man who gave me probably the best haircut I have in a long time. 

Bev had an interesting time as well and they understood what she needed and came back with a very nice cut and colour.  We then went for a wander , which had us at the Grands Magasins (department stores) in the middle of the city.   I found a wonderful travel clock to replace the one I lost so I  was a happy man. 

That night we went to our second jazz club in two nights.  This time it was the Fred Hersch Trio at the Sunset Sunside Jazz Club. It is a small venue.  We were told to be there by 8:30 to get the best seats and we were there on time but others had obviously got there significantly earlier.  It is a small venue,  which packs in a lot of people on very uncomfortable seats with little room between each row.  The wine is not very good and extortionate for the quality.  Probably the way they make their money. 

Fred Hersch was superb as was the double bassist and the percussionist/drummer.  The concert started late and we were not sure why until after intermission when we told that Fred would be going solo due to the double bassist being ill.  He did a really good job departing from the former planned programme.  Nevertheless, I wished we had the trio as they really did make a very nice sound with a range of different offerings. 

It was rather late when we left but still the city was still humming, and there were lots of people on the metro.  It does seem to be a city that never sleeps.