I love the term Beauty Parlour. It makes me think of women chit-chatting together while getting their hair done in the 60s. From now on, I'm going to try to call hair salons beauty parlours. I love it! I'm always looking out for local beauty parlours wherever I may be. I'm fascinated with other cultures’ beauty rituals and find myself taking photos of them in Paris but even more when I'm traveling in other countries.
The beauty parlours I saw in Marrakech were small and quite discreet. At first I only saw a couple but once I knew what I was looking for, they began popping up everywhere. Since most women in Morocco cover their hair in public, the beauty parlours had female hairstylists and curtains or tinted windows so nobody could look inside while they were getting their hair done. The barbershops had male barbers and their doors were propped open all day long and their windows uncovered. I can't help but think of the stories that are told behind those doors!
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