Ah, Paris
I’ve been in Paris since yesterday. And let me say: Paris, I love your shoes. I plan on buying all of them tomorrow.
So far I haven’t done much shopping. I saw the cutest store of all time but of course it was closed on account of it being 10 p.m. Which reminds me of the concept store I’ve yet to open. It stocks chic, slightly overpriced wares and is open from happy hour on. Because you know you buy more stuff when you’ve been drinking. A little wine, a little impulse spending. Like bread and butter, baby.
I did do a little shopping today but cannot share the booty just yet because my purchases are gifts. I was heading through the Hotel de Ville Metro station when I saw a display of flashing lights and duct tape. My people! So I headed into the light and cuteness of all cuteness, there is a hardware store in the Metro station. Srsly. Too much. Here is a picture of the dog I met there.
OK… I don’t want to short-change you. Here is another shopping story, back at the hardware store. I was in line to pay for my stuff and was secretly flummoxed that I wasn’t in the buy line but was instead in the return queue. A gentleman a few places ahead of me approached the cashier with his basket. A great jangling started and soon became a cacophony. I looked up to see him uncoiling a giant chain from his basket, like a cartoon. People started exchanging glances and the chain just kept going. By the time he paid for his chain and started coiling it into a bag, I almost wet myself.