After an intensive dance classes and an evening too watered, prolonged late into the night, I woke up Sunday morning (14 hours) moderately fit. Why I told you that?
Because, having no desire to move my grassieux (sic) posterior, I simply accompany Human haircut at 500 meters from my house.
And next to her hairdresser, there is a Queensway, yeah, you know, the Mac Donald of reflexology which blooms as much as the Berlitz Tokyo.
I did not hesitate. Heeding my courage, I went back for a little "refresh Oil Massage" 25 minutes.
Verdict?
Honestly, really better than I thought.
Deja, once past the front reception and clean but not exactly glamorous, one enters a low-lit room (to be honest, I feared the neon has flat out that the Japanese love so much) and delicious smell of perfume, spa limit it is like in Thailand ... (With an effort of imagination anyway).
Well there are three persons but it is bearable because the spacious and well-agency way to what you do not see the neighbor's head.
Hospitality is entirely in Japanese of course but there is even the ritual questions (do you have an allergy blabla) in English. And you must admit that during a massage, you do not need to talk. The
(more if younger than that) so masseuse arrives with his portable foot bath, massage and method, not without me put a hot pad around the neck (option costs 500 yen and I'm not sure but the interest is) and me fully extended.
Well, I must say frankly that it is not badly.
massage the calves was a pure delight, the foot was held not bad and helped resurrect my poor bits of flesh that has the force to pass Repetto (flat) at Jimmy Choo (high) firing sacrament of cum .
25 minutes for a tad less than 3500 yen, but Japan remains the AC is reasonable.
If you do not know what to do after a Sunday afternoon, it does not refuse.
The site (in Japanese) to find the nearest you.
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