French guys wear strange clothes…read more Tapered, capri length jeans? Got 'em. Cute, little pink shorts? Check! Every time I'm in one if these stores I find myself scanning the room for anything that a straight, American guy would wear. It's about at the three quarter point when I'm about to scream at the overwhelming metro-sexuality of the whole place that it finally clicks. "Oh, I'm in a Celio. There's nothing for me here." And I walk out.

A shopping center in a foreign country gives you a fascinating view into another nation's standards…read moreand what they consider valuable. The escalators here aren't your standard model, they're tilted moving sidewalks so that you can get your shopping cart onto 'em. And they have this groovy feature that locks your cart into place so you don't let go and kill all the people below you. There isn't enough seating in this place but the chairs they've got look like they're covered in leather. But one of the most remarkable things are the restrooms. French are pretty open about bodily functions so the restroom doors to both the men's and women's are never closed. This used to give you a straight-on view of guys using the urinals which I thought was just a little much. So on the way out I closed the door. The reaction was hilarious. A guy walks up looking concerned, stops in front of the door and looks it over. Like it's going to explode. He grabs the handle but stands there unsure if he should open it. He opens the door....... slowly peeks around and when he realizes that it's only a bathroom walks on in. The next guy out props the door open. Sometimes I wonder why these people even bother with doors. What's the point? Oh and the condom machine!! It's not inside the restrooms it's in the waiting area, near the emergency exit. You gotta love the French!!