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Walk down the cobbles on Rue des Marins – that's where locals gossip like it’s Sunday brunch. “No, man, no, seriously!” I get pumped every time I catch a whiff of the salty breeze near the marina. There’s a little hidden gem, a tiny alcove by the river Lys. I always end up thinkin’ of “Before Sunset” – like, “Do you ever get the feeling we’re just seconds away from our destiny?” Man, those words spark some real magic here.

Masai and Tola build on their momentum in Alcobendas – cross-country round-up