Here are some more Paris snaps that I took yesterday. I was so lucky with the weather. At times it even felt too hot.
As planned, I went to Le Marais. I stepped into Sandro to do a bit of browsing when several pushy sales assistants jumped on me. They started the conversation by asking 'where are you from?' or 'do you know the brand?'. One even said that her mother was living in Luxembourg. Such a coincidence! With hindsight I wonder if it was true. Before I knew it I found myself in the changing rooms with three pairs of leggings (which I was kind of interested in but they were far too small for me) and three white shirts, which I hadn't asked for. I had already bought two the previous day at COS.
I told the sales assistant that the leggings were too small and that they had almost cracked when I tried to put them. She didn't care in the least. I even insinuated that I might have broken them (to get some reaction) but she said that it didn't matter (she doesn't own them, right?). In the end she got me larger leggings and just left me with all the stuff in the cabin, while she went off to 'seduce' new customers. I bought the leggings and I do believe that it was out of my free will (or wasn't it?) but a person 'more open to suggestions' would probably have left with one of the white shirts, and a coat, and shoes, and a bag, and... It will probably be a while until I have the courage to step into another Sandro shop.
It was a funny episode because usually I am used to experience such selling techniques in other countries, outside of Europe. Apart from this, Paris was same old and many things never change, such as waiters asking you on a date (but first checking if you are single 'is Monsieur waiting for you?') or strangers assuming that you need their 'help' to find your way just because you happen to be looking at your phone on the corner of a street.
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