Not as amazing as Oxford Street but is
still quite memorable. To begin with the shop windows are something else.They
re-evoke scenes from an imaginary land where women become fairies in a
wonderland. I stop and gaze at them on end....or until I get a strange look
from the shop assistant.
I'm afraid to enter shops which is why I usually need the company of
Italian friends. They are a support when asked what I desire by the shop
assistants. Help!!!! What do I desire?? I really don't know and even if I knew
how could I describe it. I tried once to say that I wanted a long sleeved top
but I ran out of the shop as red as a beetroot almost in tears and WITHOUT a
top! The assistant has not recovered either.
It's not easy to just look around without an aim or a desire here but
I'm getting used to it. Nevertheless I never go in shops....there are a few I
go into out of necessity and where the shop assistants know me but otherwise I
avoid them like the plague.
As most of my friends living here I do all my shopping when I return to
London. I leave from Pisa with an empty suitcase and return with a year's
supply.
The clothing words, too, being so different don't help either. A pair of
jeans or trousers becomes ' one jeans or one trousers (un jeans or un
pantalone) and a vest is....well, I still don't really know. Jumpers are
impossible as the collar can be girocollo, dolcevita or scollo a V together
with tailleur and abitino for suit and dress are just too much for me to
handle.
Sometimes friends come along for moral support but once left alone I'm a
complete disaster. What should I do? Any suggestions welcome....
