The Louis Vuitton store is just down the road on the Champs Elysees, from where I work, if I told my wife that I was just going in for a bag, either she'd have to come with me and I agree to pay for everything she chooses or I get turned into so much confetti. Not an option really.
Just down the Champs Elysees, huh? Sounds terrible. All that French food, wine, and whatnot...;)
Here in Philadelphia, we have to drive 25 miles outside the city to get to the Vuitton store, since they decided to move to a suburban mall. But it's funny, my wife seems to have the same idea--there's no way I'm getting anything from LV without spending even more on her!
C'est la vie. I'll just have to pop open a bottle of Veuve Cliquot and dream...