Some men perhaps enjoy shopping for women’s clothes with their wife or partner. Most don’t.
But we do it anyway, grudgingly. Looking for an excuse to get out of the shop and wait outside or in some nearby café or better still a pub.
In Cannes there are so many clothes shops to visit and it’s so hot that it’s worth going in just for the air conditioning. After a while though most of the men will finish up outside leaning against walls, sitting on bollards, until their loved one appears perhaps with a bag of purchases or worse without, which means a visit to another shop.
the shop assistant
sips a glass of cold water
my sweat soaked shirt