Firemen Frolic

pompiersYesterday in the 6th arrondissement I did a quick about-face on my Velib when I saw some handsome firemen whiling away their time in the station by playing ping-pong and working out on mats close to the large open entryway. At dinner, Parisian friends lamented that the calendars sold door to door by firemen each year are short on beefcake and nudity. “The rugby calendar, on the other hand, is basically porn,” one fellow explained, “because they realized no one cares about that sport so they had to use desperate measures.”

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