Waking up after our long soirée d'élégance, I first phoned my wife (yes I am a nice hubby) telling her how the evening had been. She told me the 'bad' news that some very dear friends had announced their visit for the same afternoon. 'Bad' news, because I had forseen to spend lunch with my friends (which means anything like up to mid-afternoon) and then drive home en femme. Anyway, I am getting cool about these things now, I thougth I'd see later. Got up, made myself a convincing girl (hopefully) just regretted that I only had the Saree and a short skirt with me. The short one would do, and I went out in this Saturday morning with a surprise: a blue sky but low temperatures.

Walked around a bit, up to Place de la République, in some shops (Tati for example) and carried on in the direction of the Opéra. After some while I decided it was too far if I went all the way and there were two options. (1) walk back the same way (2) take the metro.

the second one I have done thousands of times probably, but -- never in a skirt! That morning I felt so confident that I decided to give it a try, although I was alone and my skirt was one inch above the knee, and instead of a coat I had a 'poncho' with these wool balls hanging from it which we call pom-poms over here. But I have seen ladies in my age wearing the same sort of stuff on a Saturday morning before and hoped I would not draw any attention. On plus the line was direct, no change necessary.

I had a ticked in my purse, went down the stairs, no problem. Proceeded to the platform the metro arrived - wow it was full even this early the day. I decided to stand next to the door but after all it was not necessary. Nobody seemed to pay attention, OK I did not venture to look around in the faces to find out. Those I looked at seemed to accept me. But maybe this is normal who could imagine that an otherwise perfectly normal, married man would wish to take the Parisian Metro in a short skirt and heels, wearing make-up and a wig on a Saturday morning. Or would you??

This went even so good that I let pass 'my' station and carried on to the Place de la Bastille which made me walk another kilometre or more to return to the hotel.

There I picked up my stuff and two girls of the ABC and we headed, this time in my car, off to the restaurant in the 19th arrondisement. This restaurant is another one used to us, so no problems at all. Some of the girls there were the same from last night some were 'new' and we had a great time again. I met again my good friend Karine who was unable to attend the event the evening before.

I could have "dressed down" in the restaurant but wanted to try to do it in my car on the way home. That is what I did and succeded, but this is still another story...

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