The head-to-head combat has started
So, after I did not post anything for 48 hours, here are the news: The Soldes has started! Of course I totally forgot about that when I had lunch with the girls on the newly opened terasse of the printemps, so here I was, surrounded by woman who kill for the item they want, trying to get through the building.
Soldes in France are not civilized. Everyone is rummaging in boxes with small stuff, cruising through a rack of 128 clothes in 7 seconds, trying on bra's over shirts and trousers under pants (yip, imagine the line if you want to change in a cabine?). You have handbags in your face, shoulders bruising your upper arms, feet kicking - the French even forget to say their 'Pardon' which normally comes over the lips ever so lightly if they just brush against you like a feather. Everyone tries to get that long lusted after dress or shoes for a lot less, and dare you being in their way! So in one word, Soldes means combat!
Of course we all know that the nice stuff is gone within hours, and for the rest of the 4 weeks you can buy things in size 0 or size 56 and you even get 70% off the price - on the ugly stuff nobody wants. Which explains why I had to join the combat-zone today as well...had to!
