Today, it was proved, once and for all, that I am not a real Parisienne. Primo (as the French say), I am not a shopper. Secundo, I went into Le Bon Marché department store in the chic 7th arrondissement for the first time and had never heard of 90% of the brand names in the women’s fashion department. Tertio (that’s even more suave), I took the bus home in the wrong direction. And worse, I asked the lady next to me which direction it was going in and STILL got it wrong. I obviously didn’t realise my mistake until I looked up and saw the Montparnasse Tower. I got out, crossed the road and missed the right bus by about 1 minute. Sigh. I cheered myself up by using my Mobiletag iPhone app to see when the next bus was coming.
I’ve thought about the shopping thing quite a lot and have come to the conclusion that it skips a generation. My mother adored shopping and Black Cat thrives on it as well. I get bored after I’ve looked at a couple of racks of clothes and trying on two items is about my maximum for the day. I’m always hot in the shop and to try something on you have to peel off endless layers in tiny cubicles that you can hardly turn around in and that never have enough hooks. I can put up with it if I go with Relationnel because he’s much more patient than me and will bring me things to try on so I don’t have to get dressed again to go outside the cubicle and have another look. The worst are trousers because you have to take your shoes off and lace them back on again.
It was OK last year after I’d finally taken off my 20 kilos because I got a kick out of the fact that most of the clothes I tried on fitted me and I didn’t look like a sack of potatoes any more. But, sadly, the novelty has worn off. It’s not that I don’t care about the clothes I wear – I do, and there’s the rub. What I prefer is to see something I immediately like in the window on a dummy, preferably with a head and more or less my shape so that I can immediately imagine what it will look like on me. Then I go in, ask for my size, try it on, see that it looks perfect, pay and leave. That has occasionally happened and when I set off, I’m always convinced it will happen again and sadly disappointed when it doesn’t.
As far as department stores go – and I am not a fan – Au Bon Marché isn’t bad. They play Mozart concertos over the PA system, all the shop assistants say “hello” to you even when you’re about the bump into them, they have an exhibition called “Lieux d’amour” or Places of Love, a reading room for impatient spouses and a swish-looking Salon de Thé with a garden terrace. I couldn’t believe it when I looked out the first floor windows. It was more like an apartment building than a shop.
But I couldn’t see anything I wanted to buy, especially not the fur jackets.
When I was little, my mother used to buy things “on appro”. That meant that either she went into the shop, chose a few outfits she liked, got them all packed into bags and took them home with her, or else, she rang up the owner of the shop, told her what sort of occasion she needed the outfit for, and a taxi would arrive a half an hour later at the door with several large bags. I’d then lie on her bed and watch while she tried on everything, in the comfort of her room, with no other shoppers around and no annoying sales people telling her that she looked great even if see didn’t. She could put on the shoes or hat to match and decide in her own good time what she was and wasn’t going to keep.
Now, that’s the way I really want to shop ….Au Bon Marché, 38 rue de Sèvres, 75007 Paris, 01 45 44 15 48
5 thoughts on “I am not a real Parisienne”
The way I like to shop is just how they do it at Donnekers in Pennsylvania…..You get appointed an assistant who first of all KNOWS the clothes, hats, coats, scarves etc of the whole shop & once you tell her what you are interested in and even give her an approx price range SHE does the run around and brings to you many options.
Of course the clothes are lovely & well made & of course specials are good or you just have to pay the price & spoil yourself.
When I first started going there…. Christmas 1991… I had a ball & my hosts did too when they came with me.
Over the years we went quite a few times… & they always associate me with Donnekas … but now they associate me more with outlet shopping … & you don’t pay taxes in Pennsy!
Yes I did a bit of outlet shopping in Melbourne, more for comfort shoes & a few shirts for fitness & some new pyjamas & undies
I don’t do shopping during the year and use the time when on holidays .
Hi Jane, now that’s almost as good as “appro” in Townsville and definitely more exotic!
Oh gosh, I hate shopping too. I only like to shop when I don’t actually NEED anything. That’s usually when I find things I like. If I know I need something then you can be sure I won’t anything! I’ve resorted to mostly shopping online for the kids. Shopping with my 2-yr old is a nightmare. It’s like she transforms into a monster as soon as we set foot in a store! Maybe it’s the lneon lights!
Hi Fraussie, I so enjoy reading your blogs!! Live in Adelaide, SA, but born and grew up in Sydney. Awhile back you had photos showing your holiday down under. I recall photos of the old buildings of Newtown, Eskinville etc where I lived. Your photos were amazing. Often around the area still, to visit my 92 year old Mum who still lives in the old home, in Newtown. A friend put me on to your Site, so helpful and interesting. We are coming to Paris in a few weeks, having a few days in Orleans first. Had to stay close to railways as we feel too old to drive now in Europe, so your beautiful gite was unsuitable. You do a great service for us who dream about France etc. Thank You!! Marie
Hello Marie, what a lovely encouraging message! We have a restaurant we particularly like in Orléans you might like to try: La Dariole, 25 Rue Étienne Dolet,
02 38 77 26 67. It’s in a little pedestrian street just near the Cathedral which is worth a visit as well. Perhaps we could catch up for a coffee in Paris is we are not on holidays.