I see London, I see France
"I want......that one"
I see a sale for underpants (you have to say it in your head like the rhyme, c’mon, you know you want to). Ok, so I don’t know what you guys do when exiting the subway, but me? I need to buy some fluorescent orange thongs ASAP, or maybe some blouses. Don’t even think about trying anything on though. Everything is sold out of these mall/kiosk like booths where a sample item is usually plastered against the glass with a price listed underneath. You ask the vendor (who probably mans the booth all day) for what you want, and things are sold to you from their stock. These little huts are everywhere and they sell anything and everything; from food to books to calling cards and toiletries. But undies? That’s pushin it. Although, I shouldn’t be complaining because having them around is quite convenient. It’s like the Romanian form of Target, except I can’t physically walk into the store.
"I think I'm in a green mood today."
The term “window shopping” definitely takes on a whole new meaning in this country.
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