NO PANTS!

(English below)

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Je vous fais la version française pour 2 tablettes de chocolat noir au sel de chez carrouf (sans petit lait).

Je veux bien traduire, mais ça demande de l’énergie. Je ne peux pas travailler sans énergie dans ma tête.

OUI, le département traduction de mon cerveau ne fonctionne qu'au chocolat noir, pas de chèque.

Merci.

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So yesterday started very well in a lovely museum (images to come - found at least 3 david stars pattern and ornaments!!!) until I realised 90% of the clothes sold in those massive malls in Tokyo I never really walked through before are MADE IN JAPAN.
Sound likes Japan has a massive textile industry. Also sounds like, if it's the case, I need to do my research. Big time. But that will happen after the 'oh my god I haven't shopped in 10 years I want to buy EVERY SINGLE THING'' moment.
I was totally in shock. I actually did the whole 8 floors of a Marui mall. It was like smoking and/or drinking for the first time. My head was spinning. Anyways, as my recent decision to stop dressing like a 14 year old boy and try to maintain a better appearance (don't ask me why, the quarter-life crisis or something) is getting on okay, I tried a few dresses.
So I go in, have to take my shoes off, and then the shop assistant reopens the curtain and apologises and gives me a tissue bag. I say thank you and clothes the curtain. I look at the thing, think for a good ten seconds, re-open the curtain and ask:
''I'm sorry, what is this? For? I? Don't understand?''
She tells me, ''Oh! This is fa-ee-sue-co-o-var''. 
I go, ''A face cover?!'' 
Then the connection happens in my brain, it's to not stain the clothes with your ton of foundation when you try the thing on. Right.
''Oh, thank's. Actually I am not wearing any make up'' half in Japanese, half in English, 80% with my hands and 12% with my facial expression (I know that's a total of 192%, but sometimes you feel the need to communicate and it overwhelms you, right?).
Her face... Her face when I said I wasn't wearing make up...
If I had told her 'Oh! But I'm not wearing any pants!' she would have had a less suprised face. I'm not even joking.