New York spas: where to go in the Financial District

Regulars stop by this French-owned salon for impromptu chats and complimentary espresso as if it were a Parisian brasserie, but Stephane Rebillard’s downtown space is all business when it comes to hair. Stylists Nanae K. and Dena R. administered Japanese brand Milbon’s therapeutic Linkage Meu process to my tresses, which are normally subject to a barrage of bleaching and flatironing. The regenerative treatment, which comes in three strengths depending on your hair’s coarseness, features an amino-acid-loaded shampoo, a deep conditioner and a sealing treatment, all meticulously rubbed into my strands one product at a time to fill holes in the damaged cuticle. My long, brittle tangle became a silken mane after about an hour; plus, I got four vials of the product to take home with me, so my hair can remain très chic for the next month. From $55. 212-587-9433, coiffeurnyc.com

Ideal for FiDi denizens or beleaguered office workers in need of a quick pick-me-up, this lunchtime facial doesn’t skimp on pampering. My aesthetician, Aniko Cocinescu, cleansed, toned and exfoliated my mug with botanical, paraben-free products by beauty guru June Jacobs. The latter half of the treatment is tailored to whatever ails your face, so a breakout-prone person might experience a purifying clay treatment, while someone with winter-ravaged skin would find their visage swathed in a renewing moisture mask. Getting the deep-seated gunk out of my pores was a necessary evil, so Cocinescu went straight for a round of toe-curling extractions. A postfacial visit to the Setai’s Aquagrotto—a serene, candlelit labyrinth comprising a hot tub, steam room and sauna—eased the sting and left me ready to tackle the rest of my day with a much-refreshed face. 30min facial $110. Mention code TONY15 when booking for 15% off all treatments through Feb 8.

After warming up in the Russian banya’s subterranean circuit of pools and saunas, I lay down in the eucalyptus-scented steam room so my loofah-gloved scrubber, Russo B., could buff my ashy skin. After removing the sea-salt-based exfoliant with a steamed towel, he locked in moisture with lavender aromatherapy oil, using fluid Swedish-massage strokes that left my newly polished limbs completely slack. I initially blushed when I saw this head-to-toe rubdown was to be dispensed by a guy, but found both my modesty and dead skin cells dissolved by the end of the 40-minute process. $60.

This spotless marble palace dedicates a luxe room exclusively to pedicures, which shows how serious it is about attending to your tootsies. My aesthetician, Gina Park, first slathered callus remover on my heels and the balls of my feet, then left them sealed in plastic wrap and hot towels for ten minutes. Once the dead skin softened, she eliminated the once-rough areas with a sandpapery tool, scoured vigorously with a scrub and loofah, and concluded with a paraffin mask that melted away the last tough spots. Free Wi-Fi allows you to stay connected during lunch-break pampering, but with complimentary wine on offer, there’s also room for potent after-hours decompression. $60. Mention TONY when booking any hair service (excluding blowouts) for a free manicure through Feb 24. 212-425-3033, bl25.com