Merci, merci, merci! Parisians are submerged in gratitude when they walk out of the 91 rue de Javel. What are they grateful for? Mademoiselle Zhang's magic hands. With her, insomnia, anxiety, back ache, small, big or growing pains tend to miraculously disappear. Her craft? An authentic Chinese massage.
Just think. If you had been born in Rio de Janeiro, you would be a manicure pro. Simply because a Brazilian does not set foot outside her house with naked toes and tips. As early as we learn to eat a croissant, they master the art of pampering their feet and hands. Well since you were born near metro La Motte-Piquet many many miles from Copacabana, you are critically lacking this skill.
You just accepted him as a Facebook friend, you have exchanged a few daring text messages, the date has been set for your first rendez-vous. In case you end up sharing more than dinner, you need to be prepared. Aouva, a young beautician, created a “First Date Special” package deal.
Too flabby, too expensive, too chatty… We have scoured the entire 13th arrondissement in search of the best Chinese masseur. And then we had an epiphany. The Liu family, a man and a woman, have bewitched our feet. They both come to your home to offer your feet one hour of pure traditional Chinese bliss, for only 40 €.
On the surface, everything appears normal. You are simply splashing about a cozy urban pool. But under the water, your legs are slaving, pedaling their way out of winter cellulite. This is no torture device. It’s aqua biking.