On the way back, Wife was grumbling about her legs aching. Just round the corner from our "Air bnb" was a massage parlour, with a slightly more refined frontage than you might have expected from such a place. Much to my surprise, Wife decided that her legs hurt so much after our day out that she would like to have a massage.
The shop was actually not long away from closing at 6:00 - which slightly supports the idea that it wasn't such a disreputable place as presumably if they were then they would have been on the look out for the post-work clients, rather than closing. That said, they did offer a "tantric massage" which is supposed to be one of the naughty ones.
So Wife went off with the older of the two oriental ladies there - maybe in her forties - while I was seen by the younger girl, perhaps in the her twenties and dressed in a rather attractive pink t-shirt and matching shorts.
I was tempted to upgrade my massage by £20 and find out what a tantric massage was like, but then I thought that Wife in the next room might not be impressed. Whether the girl who saw me also thought this or not, she was totally professional and nothing unexpected was offered.
Wife was quite impressed by her massage and hoped I enjoyed mine too. Perhaps we'll make it a regular theme when we visit Paris together?
On the rue Gassendi close to Montparnasse cemetery
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