Window-shopping
The best of window-shopping is standing there in front of a pair of fantastic shoes and see myself cat-walking lit up with the most professional flashes. Or in front of a gorgeous dress imagining myself dancing a waltz, yes, it has to be a waltz, it's a full dress and I have to sport it, in a ballroom with marble flooring, white and shiny, not slippery, with golden joints and an emblem in the middle. Some shop-windows are hard, too little room or too many people, but, some times, the effort is worthwhile. And the worst, those with terrible panes... I do not stop in front of those.