I had some time to kill before catching the train to the airport-so to avoid the plastic food of the station I slipped outside to get a sandwitch and beer in a nearby bar " Derierie Minuit" opposite the entrance to the station. Seated on the high stool I ordered the Croque Monseiur and a beer from the barmaid. Suddenly I felt my bottom being pinched and then I got a big wink from the blonde seated on my left. I thought for a moment that it must be my new aftershave but then when the black woman at the end of the bar smiled and flicked her long hair every time I caught her eye I realised that they were more interested in the shape of my wallet rather than the shape of my bum