The ground floor at Yves St Laurent is just bags and shoes and mirrors.
I approach two identical women and, feeling ever more like a little round hobbit who has mistakenly strayed from Hobbiton to the land of the elves, I say: 'I am looking for a dress in a size 16. Anything?'
Their eyes swivel towards each other and I get a performance that Laurence Olivier would praise. They look sad.
The article is about trying to buy a designer dress in size 16. If anyone wants to read it, it is here.