To be deceived while shopping in Paris

Are you an average income person? Do you feel like buying clothes in the famous Paris? If your answers are yes, at both questions, I will share with you my experience in the beautiful capital of France.

Few days before the end of the trip, I bought a ticket for a show at the theatre. It was a spontaneous act and I was unprepared for it, meaning the clothes I had in my luggage were good for walks in rainy winter days: mountain boots, sweaters…

My first stop was La Fayette Gallery, were even the sport ware clothes are so expensive that I decided to visit the shop like a museum. Time well spent. Wonderful cupola, nice view from the terrace at the top.
After that, I tried on some garments at the shops in the area. Still expensive.

The best idea that came into my mind was to find a small shop on a narrow street, nearby, with prices I could afford. And I found it, on 40, rue St Anne – 75002. The shop’s name is Camille SARL, 75 Paris.

Do not go there!

You may find (depending on their schedule) an apparently honest middle-aged lady, who doesn’t know English but is willing to try to understand a poor French if you show up as a customer. Her ability of understanding is directly related to the amount of money she can steal from you.

During the time I tried the outfits, she seemed to understand well enough my not so good French. The problems appeared when it came to the payment. She told me an amount of money I found to be way too much for the clothes I bought: 453 Euro. I expressed my confusion and asked the lady to please give me the price tags she ripped off from the garments, to see them. She said that is not possible, those should stay at the shop. Just to see them, I insisted. The woman took and put them in a notebook.

Very soon, I started to feel sick, to have speeding head, the calcium went down, and the hands started to tremble. I think (my French is not good) that she explained to me that something is wrong with the cashier machine and she is not able to give me a receipt. I said “OK, than give my in your hand writing (I was showing with the right hand, in case she didn’t understand) the price of each garment.” She had a problem with this as well. She kept saying that is “bon Marché” (a good deal) and that when I will return to my country I will be proud to show off with clothes from Paris. Nonsense. “That is not something to be proud of” I replayed. It seemed like she didn’t bother at all.

I paid 153.90 Euro with the credit card and the rest with cash. Leaving the shop, I entered in the first pharmacy to buy Calcium with magnesium.

Returning to my country, I noticed that the blouse had a float and it was knotted.

If you didn’t take my advice and you find the shop, send my regards to the crook.

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