On a street corner in Paris, every night,
a shop window draws a crowd.
A cubicle hangs from the ceiling.
The fitting room, by Jacques Brissot.
I don't know what this is about. I was just walking around.
I saw people in a shop, so I stopped.
I'm just out and about.
So, what's happening?
It looks like fun.
The show is in the street now.
You can't change in a fitting room like that.
You can see everything.
I wish we could see a little bit more. Her head and...
Below.
The fitting room is slightly risqué.
It's fun but not shocking.
It suits this kind of neighborhood.
She could be anyone's daughter. It's going a bit far.
What I like in this shop,
is the ceiling!