Garoo

Ah, discount sales, and the thrilling illusion of combining the pleasure of spending with the satisfaction of saving—the ultimate scam, officially supported by the government twice a year (well, why not, the lottery is also a government business in France).

I initially thought I would cash my money in too late for me to take advantage of the winter discounts—and somehow I thought it was, reasonably, a good thing, since I wouldn’t spend—but those things last eons. So I spent the past week making the debit card burn (well, not literally, because the card has a low maximum, so I used the checkbook).

You don’t care about what I bought from Paris stores, so I’ll just mention the three used electronic flashes I finally bought, to make some nice portraits.

It’s quite possible I could put my new clothes and my new flashes in relation and make a few self-portraits to show my marvelous face on the blog. But it’s also quite possible I wouldn’t.

P.S. Oh, I forgot the wonderful remote-controlled 1/43 car model by Majorette. You have no idea how much I dreamt of something like this when I was a kid. Of course, it’s a bit late now, I’m too old to play with it. But it doesn’t matter. Does it? Nah.