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About Strasbourg

I’d saunter up, all awkward, like, “Hey, uh, you workin’?” She’d laugh—*laugh*!—right in my face. “What’s a preacher want with me?” she’d say, and I’d be pissed, like, “Don’t stereotype me, lady!” But also kinda happy ‘cause she’s sharp—sharper than me, probs. Fun fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were called “soiled doves”—ain’t that poetic? She’s a dove, I’m a dork, perfect match.

So, I decide to take a stroll down Rue de la Mairie. It’s one of my fave streets. The vibe is just... I don’t know, cozy? There’s this little park, Parc de la Mairie, where I sometimes go to clear my head. But today, it’s a mud pit. I slip, almost faceplant, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed.”

Calicéo Saint-Cyr l'Ecole: we tested the SPA aquatic fitness center in Yvelines