Throughout the airy, perfumed retail store we stampeded, another travelers on our heels.
“Hurry,” my aunt urged. “They’re overtaking us.” We’d waited outside the house within the chilly for near an hour, and she wasn’t about to cede our position at the head of the road.
The impeccably dressed salespeople lining the aisle of The shop sang out, “Bonjour,” but I felt their contempt. Crazy Chinese vacationers, they undoubtedly considered—and Virtually all of us ended up Chinese—All this for the Silly bag? My cheeks burned with outlet.