In honour of the fact that Zara is Spanish I have honestly spent or wasted (depending on your point of view) a large part of the day in their flagship store on Calla Serano. 6 floors of 'merch' - 5 of them for women. It was honestly a lot like being a kid in a candy store. I left with a bag full of chiffon, denim and let's face it - 100% nylon for about 100 Euros (ok maybe a little more - but not that much more). It's fair to say though that I was treated like crap - even though I've perfected the art of saying "graTHios" they still doubted my authenticity - the fact that I was also able to say the number of items I was taking into the changing rooms in Spanish also held no weight. In revenge I went into Prada and spent a lot more on a lot less but with a bigger bag and some fizzy water. (BTW I did not buy these shoes).
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