Shopping for glasses in France
can be intimidating, like
shopping for lingerie.
Glasses are a fashion statement
here. I wonder sometimes if
people don't actually need them
but wear them as an accessory.
I have had a prescription for real glasses
for quite sometime;
not the dollar store readers
that I buy and break, but ones
that actually correct your vision.
Stepping into the store, I immediately

relaxed as the store owner's
assistant greeted me
enthusiastically. (I wonder if
I can take Piper to shop
for lingerie?)
Yaelle wanted me to try on every pair of glasses in the place.
Gilles quickly picked out his new glasses, or
I should clarify, Rachel chose them.
I cannot imagine choosing any article of clothing
or accesory for Jeff. Actually I imagine this
all the time but I don't do it). I tried once,
while shopping in California
with my sister Pati who said "Jeff will love
this" ----khaki jeans (not pants) with a cool shirt
(not oxford) and a vest (not a solid colour).
Jeff did not love "this."
With my new frames picked out
I went to the one and only
source I trusted to approve
or disapprove of my choice.

Uh, wait a minute,
the glasses are on my face!

Now for lingerie.

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