I was acting on a tip that there are long black skirts there; I need one for the convent. In the meantime it was great to look around the store at all the many, many clothes, and think, "This is all completely irrelevant to me." I didn't have to care about finding something decent, not pricey and not ugly-- I could just pass it all by. I know there are people reading this who'll envy that. :)
The other day I told some friends, "I've never achieved my dream of a wardrobe in which everything is so comfortable and flattering that I can just reach in blindfolded and pull out something to wear in seconds." One of the friends pointed out that becoming a nun pretty much achieves the dream perfectly. :) :)
In other news, I've always laughed at the stories about the Académie française enforcing French culture and fighting the Anglicization of the language by opposing English loanwords-- but it's not as funny when I have to learn to pronounce "voiture" instead of "car". The French string together their vowel sounds in a most astounding way.
Also, I'm back from a great trip to Northern California and I'll blog it when I can, but right now I have to finish a French language tape. No, I'm not blogging right now. It's your imagination.