It's rainy out on the Paris streets. Carrie doesn't mind; she has her red umbrella and a teeny bag from Chanel to keep her happy and warm. She VOs that, after a week there, her French should be strong enough for a day of shopping. She heads into Dior, and the rain that falls off her umbrella makes a puddle on the floor. She calls, "Bonjour!" then slips and falls right on her face. All her belongings scatter everywhere. She slides several feet across the floor. It's quite dramatic and embarrassing. Very Carrie. She's fine, though. Just bruised her dignity. And maybe a shattered ego. She stays on her knees and picks up her purse's scattered contents as some customers smirk at her. Heh.
Carrie returns to the hotel, laden with Dior bags. She explains to Alek that she overshopped in order to make the store's staff forget her awful fall. Oh, wow. She overcompensated for falling down! They should have tried to make her feel comfortable. Or maybe John Galliano has a "must mock" policy in place at all of his design houses. I knew John Galliano was cool. Carrie says she came all the way to Paris to "squat and scoop in Dior." Alek comforts her with a "poor baby." Carrie says that she didn't even check to see if she had all her credit cards. She rummages through her purse and panics. "Oh no. Oh, my god!" Her Carrie necklace is missing. Carrie frantically searches, then dumps out her purse. Alek sort of pays attention as he talks on the phone. Yup. The necklace is gone. Carrie is lost. Oh, boy, the anvils are heavy today.
Carrie walks the sidewalk, alone, alone. Sad Piano has been replaced by Sad Electric Piano, and I think the keyboard player from Orchestral Maneuvers in the Dark is sitting in. Carrie stares at four women having lunch, laughing and chatting, and it hits her. She made a mistake.