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We witnessed the filling of the precious thermal water live! Refreshment at the press of a button!
It doesn’t get any more special than having your skin analysed in this very place. Comparisons to the magical powers proscribed to holy water come to mind, after all, wherever in the world a woman is holding a jar of a VICHY product – be it Brazil or Japan – it has come from right here in France. This thought only begins to dawn on us as we take in the vast storage 54
space at the VICHY production plant which we have the very special honour of seeing as one of the first groups of
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journalists and bloggers ever. Despite a rather prosaic plastic cap now covering my bun, I can’t fight a feeling of reverence as I shuffle my safety shoe-covered feet along the yellow lines guiding
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