Upon arriving at my apartment in the 9th arrondissement in Paris, the first thing I did was go grocery shopping. I walked a few blocks to the nearest grocery store, filled a shopping cart with food, and didn't realize until I had already payed for all of it that I needed to walk all the way back to my apartment with 4 huge heavy bags of groceries. After my painful walk back home, my arms and neck were so sore that I couldn't even move them.
What I should mention before I continue is that the 9th arrondissement is the home of the famous red light district in Paris.
Without putting this fact into consideration, I decided to go get a massage. I had noticed a small sign that read "Massage and Spa" not far from my apartment, so the next morning, I walked in. The shop consisted of a small landing with a glass door in front of it and a buzzer. In the landing, there was a small poster with the different types of massages they offer along with the prices. I looked at the poster and rang the buzzer. A minute later, a small Chinese woman slowly approached the glass door. When she saw me, the look on her face read exactly as "what the hell is this girl doing here?" So she stood there for about another 20 seconds with the same look on her face until she finally opened the door.
I pointed to the price and length of the massage that I wanted, and she looked at me again with the same look on her face. Finally, she invited me inside. She made me pay up front in cash, and then took me back to a tiny dark room with fish wallpaper. It was a rather strange experience, but my neck did feel better afterwards.
Luckily, the masseuse actually knew what she was doing, but it was easy to tell that being a masseuse was not her primary job at the "spa"...
What I should mention before I continue is that the 9th arrondissement is the home of the famous red light district in Paris.
Without putting this fact into consideration, I decided to go get a massage. I had noticed a small sign that read "Massage and Spa" not far from my apartment, so the next morning, I walked in. The shop consisted of a small landing with a glass door in front of it and a buzzer. In the landing, there was a small poster with the different types of massages they offer along with the prices. I looked at the poster and rang the buzzer. A minute later, a small Chinese woman slowly approached the glass door. When she saw me, the look on her face read exactly as "what the hell is this girl doing here?" So she stood there for about another 20 seconds with the same look on her face until she finally opened the door.
I pointed to the price and length of the massage that I wanted, and she looked at me again with the same look on her face. Finally, she invited me inside. She made me pay up front in cash, and then took me back to a tiny dark room with fish wallpaper. It was a rather strange experience, but my neck did feel better afterwards.
Luckily, the masseuse actually knew what she was doing, but it was easy to tell that being a masseuse was not her primary job at the "spa"...