The girl wears a red coat and carries a black bag; the woman wears a black coat and carries a red bag. They're different reds. On the bus, we pass the loveliest hospital in Paris, and I notice somebody reading "How To Get What You Really Want." They disembark at a tunnel full of shops, glance at Agatha (overstated jewels) and enter Sephora for some serious browsing. The woman is chewing unattractively; the girl makes hand-washing gestures. I'm fascinated by the way that people can bond across generations via a shared love of shopping. They spend a long time in Sephora; I start admiring bottles and examining the perfume Bestseller list. They fill a basket, then pay. We've been there long enough for me to have developed a fragrance-induced stomach-ache. A few minutes later, inside Fnac, I lose them on a crowded escalator.
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Monthly Reminders -
After four months
the online map stretches across two whole Google pages!
And
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