Paris is intoxicating. Flowers bloom, sun shines, people kiss everywhere, and everyone drinks, eats and smokes at the sidewalk cafes. Youth invades my soul. So, my friend, Judy, and I decide to shop for lingerie - specifically bras. We find beautiful bras, lacy, elegant, cut to perfection. After a fitting, we proceed to try them ALL on. We just can't do it. Really, $140 for a bra? What else could we buy for that price... how much could we eat? We move on to a cheaper arrondissement and voila - we find Sympa ... where all the unsold clothes go. Judy finds a matching set of bras and panties for $4... Is Paris not wonderful?
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