A voluptuous blonde in her late fifties walked into Franprix, the local supermarket, and said a husky "bonjour".
Everyone, EVERYONE, turned around to look.
As many times as I've heard people say "bonjour" when they enter a doctors waiting room in this country, I've never heard someone utter "bonjour" when they enter a supermarket.
Who was she saying hello to?
This was a lady who was used to being noticed.
The woman at the cashier snorted, then glanced at me to make sure I wasn't offended. I grinned and winked back.
The blonde sashayed down the aisles until she arrived at the dog food section.
I'd been so distracted by the big hair that I hadn't noticed the shivering dog in her handbag.
The 5th arrondissement of Paris is a colourful place.