The mineral water supposedly relieves rheumatism, arthritis and skin disorders. Aging pirates once soaked here seeking relief. The healing liquid now feeds grottoes, a Jacuzzi tub and a swimming pool. For us real men who don't eat quiche, pampering is a novel experience. The only body scrub I ever had was from an angry mother who scoured my tar-covered skin with turpentine and a brush.
Massages take place in hillside studios.
While I relax to the soothing melody of waves and leaves, the masseuse spreads lotion and practices her handicraft. Next, I lay on a table while a therapist massages my scalp. My hair is tussled and ruffled. It feels great. When not being rubbed and scrubbed, I migrate to the beach to pursue sloth.