This low-profile, enigmatic hair salon had escaped my notice on my first sweep through this stretch of Government.
I like how uncertain the lettering looks. It reflects my experience at the place. What is its deal?! I grew even more confused after looking inside.
I stumbled upon this place on September 11th, and was a bit startled to be met with this at the main door.
See all the greenery and flowers reflected behind me? The plants are taking over. Here's the view out the door.
But here's the view in the door. WHAT? in tar-nation! is going on here?! (You're going to want to enlarge this one.)
Seriously Baton Rouge, WTF. I do not understand you.
Here are just some of my questions about Pace hair Styling:
So is this place really closed, or not?
Why is there a patriot tree?
Did they used to give people George and Martha Washington hairdos here?
Why is there a trophy case in a hair salon?
Where am I?
What hole in the space-time continuum did I fall through?
It was broad daylight in a highly-trafficked area, and I was fascinated, but I was also scared as I poked around further. The hair-dryer chairs visible between the blinds in this one at least confirm that the place was at one time in the business of hair styling and not just never-forgetting.
I was reluctant to look in much more for fear of being met by another pair of eyes inside. I took the safest of broadly-daylit look-sees around back, making a wide berth in the lot away from the building, and it turns out I wasn't alone, once again, as someone in the shade of the back porch made their presence known with the sound of loogie-hockage.
Home again, home again jiggety jig.