...as the sales started yesterday in Paris. Metrosexuals and Parisiennes rushed the brand boutiques yesterday afternoon. This morning was the 'buy a wedding suit in the sales' ordeal for yours truly. Crushed under the heat and suffocating humidity of the 'canicule', I battled my way past endless throngs of thongs and things to acquire that little something suitable this morning. Elbows and frosty glances for the gay community in Kenzo, condescending shop assistants (in PAris customer service is the name of a department and it is shut) and far too many skinny tanned people for my liking was the order of the day. Fortunately, I will have 12 hours in a plane tomorrow to recover on the way to the cool clouds of SF, CA and a week of non-stop meetings plus, I hope a little PSP for light relief on the way home.