Well, I zipped off to France and tried to keep my eyes peeled for the highly prized Lingerie shops filled with the desired 'to die for' items as I said I would.

While we were wandering down the streets in Cannes I decided to enter one of these establishments.  The underwear looked pretty exciting in the window, so I thought this would be a good a shop as any.   

I sauntered in past the rows of items and came face to face with the manageress.  Now I may be mistaken, but this person looked decidedly like a transvestite to me.  Her shape, her hair and her makeup suggested something overly forced and overdone.  I wondered what sort of a shop I was in! 

'Can I help you?' she asked looking down her nose at my crumpled travel attire.

'Just looking around', I said.

Now the underwear looked quite nice, but I must say but there were a lot of things covered with sequins and diamantes and even chains.  Surely I was in the wrong sort of lingerie shop.  But maybe not!!  Maybe the French women like all these sequins and chains all over their underwear.  I don't know about you, but it looked very uncomfortable to me.  I browsed my way around the shop and said a cheery 'Goodbye'. 

'Did you buy something nice' asked Mr G.  I am sure he was secretly hoping I would as he had seen the chain 'get up' on the model in the window and I am sure he thought all his dreams had come true. 

'No, a bit too expensive', I repled.

Well so far I was unimpressed and I can tell you though, author Helena Frith Powell was right about the prices.  Very, very expensive especially when you convert to Australian Dollars.

I must say I lost interest in underwear after that and it wasn't until we were in Paris that I noticed the enticing looking Lingerie shops again.  The trouble is we didn't have the time to go in, but I did look longingly through the windows as we passed by.

Luckily for me, we were staying near by a Discount Fashion Outlet and Mr G promised I could have a few hours there.  He tried all the coffee shops as I zipped from one designer shop to the next. 

Yes, I did succumb and bought two items from a Lingerie shop.  Two pairs of pantyhose.  I paid an enormous amount (and I even paid half price for goodness sake!) 

But they are rather gorgeous, not just your average plain things.  They are rather fun and thankfully Mr G doesn't really know the value of pantyhose otherwise I might not have even have those.

I did wear a pair when we went to see Crazy Horse in Paris but I am now fully scared to wear them again as I will die if I ladder or make a hole.  Maybe that's why the French use the words 'to die for' in descriptions of underwear.  You pay so much you will die if you wreck them!!! 

This ladies, is the extent of my French lingerie shopping I am sorry to say.  The sum total is two pairs of pantyhose and considering I was in Lingerie City it is a pretty poor show I know!

So, I have been absolutely no help in providing you with a name of 'the' Lingerie shop in France where I bought thousands of dollars worth of glorious under things.  I could have lied and told you that I came home with hundreds of gorgeous bits and pieces, but that wouldn't be right, would it!!!!!

But I know this winter, on very select occasions; I will have the sexiest Parisian legs anyone will see this winter in Sydney.  And you know the beauty of this sort of underwear is, people can actually see them and these tights actually do look expensive thank goodness. 

I mean, that's half the point isn't it!!!!!  I know I will get a thrill out of wearing them so that is all that matters. 

But I will have to see if I can find a cheap chain 'get up' out here to please Mr G as I just don't think the tights are really going to do it for him!!   But that's another story isn't it!!!