Got to be scared. Out there in the cold some people screaming like wolves in fairy tales. Their howls echoing in Hausmannian splendor.
Wazzaaapool full swing with maximum amount of youngsters, the youngest backstroking future champion only 12.
Breast stroke, I explain, is the style you swim with a powdered wig, but not here in wazzaaapool.
Crawling 4 miles in tepid water after the electric failure of EDF switch board two hours earlier, the air lacking from the break-down of the ventilation and air extraction, heavy with chlorine and other toxic gazes.
Still, we work out for two hours like the universe is here, in the piscine Saint Germain. Introduced hand paddles. Excellent.
Otherwise what?