words and photo by Felix Page
I'd come across Spa before, almost by accident. Driving to the ferry port in France at the end of a road trip a few years ago with a friend, we passed the sign. With enough time in hand, we made a quick detour. It was a misty autumn morning with the track in front of us, weaving up to Eau Rouge, we glanced through galvanised gates.
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