Like spiders to an arachnophobe, or space travel to someone who is deathly afraid of traveling through space, so too is Lower Broadway to the Agoraphobic Shopper. Which is a shame, because this overcrowded wind tunnel, this highway with sidewalks, where Americans come to shop the same stores they have in their own hometowns and French people come to replace their A&F with Hollister, is also the turf of my preferred shades dealer, a woman whom until today I always just called The Sunglasses Lady. Turns out she's named for what she's there for, "Moni! Moni! Moni!" and with her fine selection of fakes, and authentic brand of curbside customer service, that's exactly what she's making.
Our encounter, after the jump...
