Les SoldesIn France, unlike in the US, stores don't have regular sales throughout the year, helter skelter. Pfffff. Non non. Here, the sales are regulated by the government and happen twice a year, nationwide. For a few weeks in January and, evidemment, in June.
Navigating through the hords of people today, anxious to take advantage of the deals, 20, 30, 40 or even 50% off, before everything has been thorougly picked through, I was reminded of a much hotter version of our own nationwide sale tradition, full of bargains, but sometimes deadly, Black Friday. For any non-Americans reading this, this is a huge, huge sale the day after Thanksgiving (hello Christmas shopping). People have even been trampled to death attempting to nab the last Tickle-Me-Elmo on the Wal-Mart shelf. It's the real reason we stuff ourselves on Thanksgiving: so that on Black Friday, we don't have to stop for food.
Though I'm still on the hunt for something one-of-a-kind from a Parisian boutique, which I can now (sort 0f) afford, I did manage to survive the heat of the zoo-like Zara at Chatelet to emerge triumphantly with two new items in my wardrobe. Siesta time!
PS: Les Soldes means sale in French, and if something is "on sale" it's solde with an accent on the e.
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