SIGNING WHILST SHOPPING
...the joys of an accent Have to blog about my latest encounter of the "racist" kind... My son is off to London for a week. Born and bred in South West France, he hasn't any notion of "putting on a coat." Even at 17 we have to battle with him to put on his coat when the temps drop below zero...which, fortunately, is not often! This morning the mother went off to Galleries Lafayette to battle in the sales to find him a coat... I was wearing my nerves on my sleeve as he wasn't with me and he is notoriously difficult when it comes to clothing. The coat I suggested yesterday was rejected as "ski" rather the "street" wear. I decided to be thoroughly modern and photograph the coats and text the photos to him to choose. So there I was in the madding throbbing crowd, photographing away when a shop assistant and her streaky-haired number 2 came up to me and very firmly told me that photographing was stricting not allowed...I looked aro