Chinese Massage in Paris

Thursday afternoon after French class, I stopped to do a little Christmas shopping. I met Rick back at the apartment right after his swim and we went out for a bowl of soup.

After the soup, we wandered by a massage shop and as we were looking at the posted menu, the proprietor came out and invited us in.  He could take us right away.  He went on to tell me that there are over 1,000 massage shops in Paris, and only about 10 are legit (ok - that may have been an exaggeration) because licenses are not necessary, and many are really bordellos.

Then he showed me how he had posted on his menu that the massages were only theraputic, because sometimes men come in for the wrong reason, and when they see that they leave.  The massages were pretty good.  On the wall of my VERY tiny massage room, I noticed a bulletin saying that it was not allowed to speak to the therapists in any way other than professional.

All of the white tents from the art show and antique show are gone, except the main one.  And, speaking of bordellos, there is this sign in front of the entrance.

"Coquin" means rascal, and it's FREE!  But we didn't go in to investigate.