I’ve never shopped in Sao Paulo for clothing before today. Luckily, between the move and my last trip to the U.S., I’ve been able to maintain supplies. But we are going to Rio for the holidays so I thought I might pick up some Rio-type casual dresses to hang out in. That did not happen.
First, I’ll fashion a dress out of bedsheets before I pay what some of these jokers are asking for basic, only semi-attractive clothing. Ridiculous. Duties and taxes or retailers taking advantage of the market? No thanks.
Second, my shopping experience was so strange. The salespeople literally follow you around the store. I’ve of course been approached by salespeople in the U.S. But this felt different. In a store called Richards, the shop girl actually followed me as I made my way on all three level, keeping just a few steps behind without saying a word but I caught a big goofy smile on her face out of the corner of my eye. Once, I turned around and she suddenly pretended she was busy sorting through hangers on a rack.
I was so uncomfortable I just gave up. I’ll just have to sport my old digs (which of course don’t fit so well because of the weight gain). So if you happen to see me in Rio looking like I found the clothes I’m wearing in a bin on the street, just know… I tried.