As you can see, Mom and I quickly discovered that I would need more of these when we first arrived. My little closet is nice enough, but it only came pre-stocked with about 5 hangers.
I didn't know the word for hanger, so one night when Cloé and I were watching episodes of Desperate Housewives dubbed in French, I went and got one and asked what it was called. "Cindre!" I asked her where I could buy some, but she was stumped. She told me she'd get me some more from her mom's house, but I told her not to worry- I'd find them.
The next day Mom and I set out in centre ville in search of them. My trusted Monoprix (think Target) did not have any, so I went into a beauty shop and asked one of the workers. She directed me to a strange little store called Bimba (think Big Lots) right down the street. Here mom and I found all sorts of cheap wonderful things for my apartment!
The French people that I've talked to in Valence have been so nice and helpful. I had to make a second trip to Bimba later in the day to buy out their remaining stock of hangers. The man threw in some extra hangers and a little nick-nack for free! One of the benefits of living in a smaller place is that people are fascinated by Americans who speak french rather than fed up with them as tourists. Everyone I've met, at the banks and in the stores and restaurants, have been so kind!
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