The yoga studio was adorable, and quite possibly one of the most international places we've been in Paris (it makes sense because I'm fairly certain yoga is a much more American trend than it is French). The manager was a beautiful French man who spoke absolutely perfect English, so we were excited to see what the class would be like. We went into the locker room to find one PACKED room with both men and women changing in the same tiny little space. Surprise number 1 (although it doesn't seem that strange when you think about the fact that bathrooms almost everywhere in France are unisex and nude beaches are the norm...).
Class started while people were still walking in, out and through the room so the "peaceful" vibe that I've always experienced at yoga class at home was definitely lacking. The course was instructed entirely in French, and Ellie and I realized after we had put our mats down in what we thought was the back of the room that we were actually front and center. I was lucky enough to have taken lots of yoga classes in the States, so I could just casually (or not so casually at many points during the class) glance around and figure out what people were doing. Ellie has never taken a yoga class before, so the instructor kept approaching her and trying to get her to fix her positions, to no avail unfortunately.
At the end of the 90 minutes we were sore and more stressed out than we had been before the class even began (seems like taking one step forward and two steps back if you ask us), but we're giving it another shot tonight (although the class tonight is taught in English!)
BeYoga, Paris
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