Last weekend when I was in Paris, E (who was staying at my place in London and I at her's in Paris) casually forwarded me her invite to the Paris A.P.C. sample sale, saying something along the lines of, "I don't know if you want to trek all the way out to this, but it might be good." I looked at the address where the sample sale was being held and instantly recognised it. Mecca.
So that was how I found myself almost at the end of metro line 7, then striding purposefully down a nondescript street, the name of which I know so well, notable only for the other couple of hundred pea coat clad pilgrims walking in the same direction down it at roughly triple the usual Parisian strolling speed.
Then I got to The Rails, where all the dresses, coats, trousers and other hanging items were. The rails concealed a large number of cute A.P.C. boys (and girls I suppose) trying things on - you just had to find a space and get on with it. This was quite distracting at times, because it was difficult to balance all my loot, rifle through the rails and not get distracted by half naked A.P.C. boys at the same time. I emerged into the shoe section at last, and ended up with a couple of pairs of sandals from last summer's Madras collection that I'd wanted but couldn't afford.
My final selection looked like a summer holiday capsule wardrobe: two pairs Madras sandals, two dresses, four or five tops, a scarf and a weekend/duffel bag. I weeded out a couple of things at the last minute as I was worried about how much I was spending - i.e. I should not have been spending ANYTHING but these were um, special circumstances. I spent £264 total - less than the original price of the weekend bag.
So now I can say I've been and paid my respects at last.