as many things to do and look forward to doing in Paris,
nothing comes close to looking forward to shopping.
Especially when you're going to your favorite store,
which was what deCol was going to do. She was going
to go buy perfume at Guerlain, on the Champs Elysees,
and she was going to buy as much as she could carry.
deJean and deCol got up
that morning and pulled themselves together and took
a cab to the Champs Elysees. Before they grabbed a cab
to embark on their shopping trip, they popped into the
St. Germain des Pres church to have a look see, since
it's older than Notre Dame. Then they crossed the street
to hail a cab and had the cabbie drop them off right
in front of Guerlain, no sense wasting any time. When
they walked into the store, deCol stopped, looked around
and panicked. She knew that she was going to buy way,
way too much stuff.
The saleswoman was beautiful,
and looked very prepared to be haughty with deCol. After
a few moments of fractured french, the saleswoman was
clearly anxious to become impatient with deCol. Just
another tourist who wants to smell everything, but will
end up buying one cake of soap.
The saleswoman cheered
up considerably when she began to understand that deCol
planned on buying everything she could get her hands
on. And that helped loosen her up and she started to
show deCol a few items that she might of otherwise missed.
Meanwhile, deJean had already
made his purchases and was somehow trapped in a conversation
with a woman in the store. deCol was dully aware of
his pain, but couldn't bring herself to look away from
all the lovely perfumes and lotions long enough to try
to rescue him. It seems that he ran into a rather chatty
American who was delighted to find someone who spoke
As the purchases were being
tallied up and beautifully wrapped, the saleswoman decided
that she liked deJean and deCol enough to chat with
them a little. How do you like the city, how do you
like the food. Needless to say, deCol and deJean loved
everything. She offered the name of a really good restaurant
in the Hotel Meridien on the Boulevard Gouvion St-Cyr.
She wrote it down on a little card and gave it to deJean.
He looked at it and told her that yes, he recognized
it. deCol never remembered to ask him if he just said
that to be polite or if he did know the restaurant.
deJean had a few items
he needed from Hermes, so off they went. deCol felt
like a hobo in that store, everything was so posh. deJean
made his purchase, the entire time acting like he owned
the place, and they left. He tucked his red Hermes bag
into his Guerlain bag in such a way that just enough
of the Hermes bag was showing. He said he only wanted
to show off a little.
In their rush to go shopping,
both deCol and deJean completely forgot to bring their
cameras. So deJean bought a few of the throw-away ones
at a shop and they used that to record their day on
the Champs Elysees.
They crossed the Champs
Elysees and deJean insisted that they stop in the middle
of the road and have their picture taken. deCol, completely
confused and on sensory overload, had no idea why he
wanted to do that. He pointed out the L'Arc de Triomphe
in the background and explained why that would make
a great shot. deCol agreed, but again was confused and
thought deJean was a genius, when, in fact, everyone
Including the gentleman
that deCol chose to stand next to. Take the shot, she
insisted to deJean, who was hesitating. What deCol finally
came to understand was that she was supposed to have
waited her turn, and let the gentleman have his shot
first, then we'd take our turn. deCol turned to him,
laughed, shrugged and asked him if he'd like a picture
of the two of them. He smiled, grabbed deCol by the
waist, and deJean and the man's wife each took photos
of the two of them. Then they switched off and the man's
wife took a picture of deJean and deCol, and likewise,
deJean took a picture of the man and his wife.