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the gap between
two buildings. I sighed happily. “I’m so excited to finally be here,” I said.
After Becca and Megan were ready, the four of us headed out
towards the Champs-Elysees. Paris’s biggest street stretched out before us just
like I’d always imagined it. High fashion boutiques, fancy restaurants and
cafes, and jewelry stores stretched out on both sides. The sidewalks were so
wide they seemed even wider than the street itself. A line of impeccably pruned
green trees separated the sidewalk from the street. We headed down one side of
the street slowly, heading down towards the Arc de Triomphe. We stopped to look
in the windows of some of the shops, but I felt so overwhelmed that I was sure
a snooty Parisian shop assistant would laugh at me and escort me out if I dared
to set foot in the door of Chanel or Dior.
When we reached the end of the street, we stopped at the
massive traffic circle and took pictures of the Arc de Triomphe. “Do you want
to climb to the top?” asked Becca hopefully.
“NO,” said Ashley. “Let’s walk down the other side of the
street. I want to find something to wear out tonight.”
“We’ll do tourist stuff tomorrow, Becca,” I promised her. We
crossed the street and headed down in the other direction until finally Ashley
dragged us in to a Louis Vuitton store. I felt like I had to whisper, like I
was in a museum or something. The saleswoman ignored us at first until Megan
pointed out a beautiful leather purse to me.
“You should get yourself something like that,” she said.
“Honestly, even if it’s not to get back at Bradley, you could carry that bag
every day.”
“You think?” I asked her.
“Of course. Excuse me- um, excusez-moi ...” Megan
gestured to the saleswoman, who came over with a doubtful look on her face. “My
friend would like to see this handbag, please.”
The saleswoman took it out and handed it to me. I put it
over my shoulder and looked in the mirror. It was a beautiful bag. The leather
was heavy but soft to the touch, and the style was so classic I could use it for
years to come. “I love it,” I admitted.
“Three thousand euros,” said the saleswoman.
The old, practical Julia winced at the price. That was a few
mortgage payments, or a new dining room set to replace the one that had gotten
scratched in the move! That was summer camp for Henry and horseback riding
lessons for Olivia. But the new, go with the flow Julia who sometimes took time
to do something nice for herself, looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful
handbag. “I’ll take it,” I declared.
After the saleswoman had wrapped it up for me and I’d handed
over Bradley’s credit card, we decided to get something to eat. A cafe was a
few doors down; it was a cute sidewalk café, so ordered sandwiches and wine. I
couldn’t stop sneaking glances down at my new handbag.
Lunch was expensive, but with Bradley footing the bill I was
able to relax and enjoy the atmosphere of sitting on a sunny sidewalk on one of
the most fashionable streets in the world, watching tourists and Parisians
hurry by.
When lunch was over we continued down the Champs-Elysees,
mostly window shopping but occasionally going inside a store. We came across a
shopping arcade, where we discovered a store that sold dresses that would be
great for going out tonight. It was almost like high school again, as the four
of us crowded in to the tiny dressing rooms, trading dresses, going back for
different sizes, ooh-ing and ahh-ing and sometimes shaking our heads until we
had each found a dress we were happy with.
“I can’t wait to wear this out tonight,” said Ashley, as we
left the store.
“Where do you guys want to go?” asked Megan. “For dinner and
dancing, I mean.”
“I could Google-“ I started to say, but Megan shook her
head.
“Remember, Jules? No planning. Just let what happens,
happen.”
“Agreed,” said Ashley. “We can ask at the front desk of the
hotel a good area to visit, but
two buildings. I sighed happily. “I’m so excited to finally be here,” I said.
After Becca and Megan were ready, the four of us headed out
towards the Champs-Elysees. Paris’s biggest street stretched out before us just
like I’d always imagined it. High fashion boutiques, fancy restaurants and
cafes, and jewelry stores stretched out on both sides. The sidewalks were so
wide they seemed even wider than the street itself. A line of impeccably pruned
green trees separated the sidewalk from the street. We headed down one side of
the street slowly, heading down towards the Arc de Triomphe. We stopped to look
in the windows of some of the shops, but I felt so overwhelmed that I was sure
a snooty Parisian shop assistant would laugh at me and escort me out if I dared
to set foot in the door of Chanel or Dior.
When we reached the end of the street, we stopped at the
massive traffic circle and took pictures of the Arc de Triomphe. “Do you want
to climb to the top?” asked Becca hopefully.
“NO,” said Ashley. “Let’s walk down the other side of the
street. I want to find something to wear out tonight.”
“We’ll do tourist stuff tomorrow, Becca,” I promised her. We
crossed the street and headed down in the other direction until finally Ashley
dragged us in to a Louis Vuitton store. I felt like I had to whisper, like I
was in a museum or something. The saleswoman ignored us at first until Megan
pointed out a beautiful leather purse to me.
“You should get yourself something like that,” she said.
“Honestly, even if it’s not to get back at Bradley, you could carry that bag
every day.”
“You think?” I asked her.
“Of course. Excuse me- um, excusez-moi ...” Megan
gestured to the saleswoman, who came over with a doubtful look on her face. “My
friend would like to see this handbag, please.”
The saleswoman took it out and handed it to me. I put it
over my shoulder and looked in the mirror. It was a beautiful bag. The leather
was heavy but soft to the touch, and the style was so classic I could use it for
years to come. “I love it,” I admitted.
“Three thousand euros,” said the saleswoman.
The old, practical Julia winced at the price. That was a few
mortgage payments, or a new dining room set to replace the one that had gotten
scratched in the move! That was summer camp for Henry and horseback riding
lessons for Olivia. But the new, go with the flow Julia who sometimes took time
to do something nice for herself, looked in the mirror and saw a beautiful
handbag. “I’ll take it,” I declared.
After the saleswoman had wrapped it up for me and I’d handed
over Bradley’s credit card, we decided to get something to eat. A cafe was a
few doors down; it was a cute sidewalk café, so ordered sandwiches and wine. I
couldn’t stop sneaking glances down at my new handbag.
Lunch was expensive, but with Bradley footing the bill I was
able to relax and enjoy the atmosphere of sitting on a sunny sidewalk on one of
the most fashionable streets in the world, watching tourists and Parisians
hurry by.
When lunch was over we continued down the Champs-Elysees,
mostly window shopping but occasionally going inside a store. We came across a
shopping arcade, where we discovered a store that sold dresses that would be
great for going out tonight. It was almost like high school again, as the four
of us crowded in to the tiny dressing rooms, trading dresses, going back for
different sizes, ooh-ing and ahh-ing and sometimes shaking our heads until we
had each found a dress we were happy with.
“I can’t wait to wear this out tonight,” said Ashley, as we
left the store.
“Where do you guys want to go?” asked Megan. “For dinner and
dancing, I mean.”
“I could Google-“ I started to say, but Megan shook her
head.
“Remember, Jules? No planning. Just let what happens,
happen.”
“Agreed,” said Ashley. “We can ask at the front desk of the
hotel a good area to visit, but
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