Ah, Las Vegas. To some it’s a den of sin. To others, a playground. For the wife and me it’s romantic. We were married there–no, not at some cheap drive-through chapel, but in a gondola on a (faux) canal at the Venetian hotel. We try to make it back there once a year or so: we enjoy the food, the shows, and the (modest by most standards) gaming. I also try to get a barber shave while we’re there. In the past I have gotten shaves at The Art of Shaving (at Mandalay Place), the Mirage spa (by the Master Barber formerly of Truefitt and Hill), and at the Wynn resort. This time I had a somewhat surprising shave experience at Canyon Ranch Spa in the Palazzo resort.