If not a Benj-beard, Stargazer's skipper certainly sports a shaggy mop, after our passage south. (Which has taken the same length of time as Benj's circumnavigation). I make for downtown Les Sables d'Olonne, in search of a barber, with a 'walk in' slot available.
The French way is to book an appointment, for a haircut. But, arriving on a Saturday night, and with the salons closed on Sunday and Monday, I am keen for immediate relief, from my unruly topknot.
I roam straggling narrow streets. Darting through cool shaded alleys. Guided by Google, phone in hand, navigating from one red 'barbershop' dot to the next.
Until I strike upon one with a 'no-show.' I plunge in, emerging revitalised. Freshly shorn and set fair, for the Vendée summer.
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