And as soon as one believes that one has seen it all - screetch, something new comes up that is so unbelievably good.
Because since a while, I do not visit real clothes or shoe shops so often any more. Every now and then maybe, but much rather, I order stuff on-line. With a visible handicap, Zurich's clothes or shoe shops just may not be the best place to go or be.
By far the worst, of course, is the Walder shoe shop in the Glatt shopping center. Usually, at least one shoe sales force employee takes it upon herself to take a hard unabashed observant stare at me, from safe distance, while I struggle to bind the shoe in an attempt to try them on. The. Shoe. Singular (not plural). Simply because I usually don't make it past one shoe. The staring there is not comfortable. Maybe, I want to feel at ease? Maybe, I just want to try on a few shoes and not be bothered in that way? But not always one has to bear getting started at by one employee. It also happened that three of them stood next to each other, lined up, at a safe 5 meter distance, to take a full, unabridged, entirely frame filling Baroque stare at me while I tried on some type of winter boot. Three staring idiots, that is not negotiable with me. No embarrassment there, no remorse, and definitely no apology. That is an aspect of shopping in and around Zurich.
So, I do hate going to these shops, rarely are sales people a true help there. More often, they wreck my day. In many regards, not buying anything there is more likely to make my days rich and beautiful. And to arrive there, as people that run shops, and that attempt to sell their stuff, is an achievement on its own, one has to hand them that. There are rare exceptions, really great clothes or shoe sales people that treat me as an adult customer. These exist. Just to so frequently.
But now, there are these shape variations in shop window mannequins. One has to see these.